O Starry Night, This Is How I

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

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

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.