Poetry

Last Time We Talked He may be luckyto have you,but somewhere out therethere’s somebodyjust as luckyto be rid of you. Re-gifting No timelike the presentto present yourselfto the world Tied

Once hated this song,though upon hearing it detached,out of context,and without desire, things look different from the other side.

You weren’t aroundto help me eat,so I had to go it alone. No one to push mebut myself. Using the fine Chinaloosening the beltbellying up to the tableand using the