cloudy with myopia to read the signs i nearly had to bump my nose lucky socks and lucky shoes on i drove past every home i knew in the locker room my lips were blue and laughter echoed from the pool and i could stare me down...      wishing on a mystery polaroid in haze tears of boredom gave the world a sharper face      will you hold my grudges while i wash my hands? they've lost their flavor for today though the albums are revisionist and i don't forward any male still they're stacking up somewhere, stubborn to fade a leaning tower, a piece of every mess i've made but keep the cameos out of this episode let rugs be lumpy, let my closet have a party for old bones      with a life-size eraser i'm going over everyone with a life-size eraser i'm going over everyone's tongues