Busy as a bee
I should have left you for the
Birds
Vultures
Like beer
Desire
Death of the Liver
Baby
If you live through
This, it's the same story
Tomorrow
And the next day and the next day and the next day
And the next
Until your end
Of the bargain is upheld
Hold up
The world upon your
Shoulders
Doesn't look like the
Earth I remember
Don't
Let it slipslide
Down your back
Like that black dress
Breaking waves on
The carpet of
His bedroom floor
Rugs like the rising tide
Cargo nets are not safety
Clinging to
Driftwood won't bring you to
Shore and
Seashells
Won't call the merfolk
Swim with the fishes
And don't come up for air
You won't need it where you're
Headed.
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