In the merge of human|nature guts slosh & splatter (Tell me again about the time you cut yourself by accident) In the evening there is a crisp of yellow sunset we armed wild with roses & husbands sleep curled part-fetal
Earthlings: A Love Story
until sun glints the dark water of my eyes / you crave the touch of hair growing softly between who are these normal people who live inside love songs / red hair white girls in blue dresses sharing park benches