

ConverseDon’t get me wrong, I know what I’m losing. Won’t you take me somewhere So I can go free-falling No ground beneath the wind. Your eyes to drown me Take my soul into your mouth And gently, gently, kill me, sleep me.Converse
I’m finally stopping,
suspended, stagnant
Muddy Bathwater insists. My center of gravity is dancing Bend down and crawl inside me I’ll be your mirror Take my soul into your mouth And gently, gently, kill me, sleep me.
Rainbow-silent, my fingernails
are crystal reflectors. “Some statement!” she snorts, benignly
Color Walks