It's A Little Mad, But I Believe

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

If You Meet A Cross-eyed Person You Must Plunge Into The Grass, Alongside The Chilly Ants, Fish Through The Green Fingernails And Come Up With The Four-leaf Clover.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

My Death From The Wrists, Two Name Tags, Blood Worn Like A Corsage To Bloom One On The Left And One On The Right.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.