suprise

There is a small piece of screen

broken off

from the front door of where

I shouldn't return to

stuck to my

dress, but I

don't care, because

it isn't my style

anyway

and in the morning when I see you

for a quick second, I

will stop to admire the tiny

mess I've made in a

space too compact to

hold masquerades such as

this-

now, that

we don't look each other in the eyes

anymore

it's only night that brings your arms around my spine and

plays quick movies in my right brain

it kills me just to go along

(kills me just to go)

it kills me just to go along

(kills me just to go.)