i was just drawing on her stomach with red markers and decided i'd share some of my dreams with
she has money, she left the country
she left the country, again
this time away from the blood
it wasn't to lie about her identity
it makes sense, i can't write
i could sit in a bathroom stall and listen to her talk
but her jaw is wired shut
instead i hear his voice
eminating from my own pores
why can't it be easier?