star birth / star death 4.
i am going to die of dark water and small hands
the time bomb will go off
and when it does
you can wrap yourself in all of my poems
on the edge of a cliff in winter
everything will smell like dead worms
and by dead worms, i mean rain
i will get an indented sternum
to hold all of my worms
you can get those prison tattoos on your fingernails that you've been talking about
and our insides will smell like a new car for awhile
but eventually it will be all dead dogs and lipstick and fast food containers
