Listen here, mad girl.
Don’t you live where the walls
Watch you never eyes shut
All is open doorways into your
Marrow afraid of the cancer in
Your socks sometimes you are
Silly sometimes you are not
Sometimes you are the villain
Other times you’re the dot
In the middle of the target
That’s on the back of my neck
Asking how can I get all the
Way around to her
Sometimes, I feel the pain in three places.
Christian! Hand me another cross.
I wanna learn from my stigmata
a brush with blood
I like anything in series
Sometimes,
you’re dying.
Other times you’re screaming
Always at something you can’t even see.
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