A scraped knee is nothing but there goes the night.
I fucked things up for you before you came here, before you looked twice.
Long before you bought stock I had a bloody mouth, it served me right.
Something about insides matching outsides. My chest is a rotten hole.
I’m rotting whole.
I miss you every day.
They’re decades. I’m sick and I don’t sleep. I’m smog, the dirty city, you don’t want me.
I take my raw lips across town where all my stockings have runs, in the sun I get toes-close to dreaming.