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.