i've lost at bother me
no more sheets
words like surgery
shaking like the little
little boy
table spelunker
lurching little coward
little boy fingernails
somewhere i'm all
prickling
clever little names
for all your clever porns
shoots me just like perfect
i don't eat the backfire
i can't stomach all i see
but it's clear at least.
but no matter's all
no milk or wine
x or y
there is no noose
for you and i
doors are what you'll think about
while you spiral down
the sunken bed
for his sunken eyes
they sink the sun
keep the moon afloat
sails his ships
and hold his reigns