better in theo

Baby paws on skin. I only cry on paper. If Mike can tell Jack how it feels, thought for a second I could tell too. But, past year rej, vul, and emb, uncertain rules. Baby paws running up cheeks, backhanded things. I only cry on paper, and it's all in theory.

endurrrr winggg

walking down that
suburban middle
line. street. tar.
listening to cigarette      daydreams
back to incoming, face it too
arms swing, hands come
to pyramid. praying for it.
tap the sewer like a ritual. endure this.