bleed hearts talking on the phone      how long does it take to count all the faces in the room who don't pray any way like you      church room full of painted masks      silver surfer melting wax takes on shapes of crucifixes on some child's head      breath, why are you so shy?      kitchen sink full of ants carry sugar down the walls      every sweetening has been made off      a mailman walking up the fence a dog bark heard inside my head      these are the things that keep me from the truth, the truth      breath, why are you so shy?