Everyone In Me Is A Bird I

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

It Is June. I Am Tired Of Being Brave.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

Pulling Off The Fat Diamond Engagement Ring, Pulling Off The Elopement Wedding Ring, And Holding Them, Clicking Them In Thumb And Forefinger, The Indent Of Twenty-five Years, Like A Tiny Rip Leaving Its Mark.