Bedsprings cut my knees. Shoulder blades, they dip deep.

Legs are numb, but still I wait. I arch to hear you breathe.



The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.



A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; a sunny day with no wind.

You firmly planted in my hands.

Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.

If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?



The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.



A bug crawled up my ribcage. I left the farm and made my way.

Lone pigeon to migrate, the the thought that killed my brain.



Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.

If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?



The licked hand. The licked hand. Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with.



The licked hand. The licked hand. Tongue pressed to thumb bad.

The licked hand. The licked hand. I'm lost under your bed.