What was I looking at,
When I was looking up?
Oh, Remind
Seventy-two now
and as mad as they come,
but even so, now
It was awful but mostly for the animals.
Subjected to such
They cross me.
These streaks of agate.
They’re red and warning.
But I’m
Look at me here.
I must be dying.
It’s as though both
What is this space in my chest?
What wants attention at
You say I have to get a real life
But I'm
I'm being held at the end of a tether
At the
She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear
I
As in the final hours.
The priest came walking in.
With beans
She made it
Stumbling in over her baggage
Taking it all on
So I ran faster
but it caught me here
Yes my loyalties
They say the staples.
They can’t hold a kid together.
They say
She closes her book
And before getting up
Checks her lipstick in
I'll spend this day in a reverie
I won't focus on
