Visited by spirits in the midday heat
Sweltering not only my soul but my arms
Aching from dragging the lake for bones
Return to my basement and washing machine
Pretended to be tigers lurking in grass
Turns out I'm safer in my car
Tried to pry apart the candy bars
So I can climb back into the engine
Listening to spiders in the honorary tomb
I believe I've found my spot here
Dogcatchers left my lawn six months ago
Salvo of curtains got chained in their wake
Hind legs pinned to rods, I can dance
Two spines of equal magnitude
Compelling me to breathe out gold tongues
Fastened to plant leaves and gravel
Planetary cosmetics like your face
Your galaxy explodes out your eyes
Magnifying glass shattered from the hairlip
Imaginary friend since childbirth
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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