Pretending
all temptation escalates for the fall I may not be safe in my rage I may not save you a plate later I covered my face in that battered frost pressed it against the window
She knows church she knows all about it I heard the neighbors yelping at a ring one man was on his back in satin shorts arranging their feelings have you seen the fashion we wear polaroids on our stomachs now the ones taken from the slopes of roller coasters because you’ll need to identify one another screaming with nothing coming out of your mouths but cake and a loud red maiden pressed against the window is that snow is that motive is she where we meet under lemons to watch those glaciers disappear into the sea and be glad and be ruthless with me
