Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

I Have A Black Look I Do Not Like. It Is A Mask I Try On. I Migrate Toward It And Its Frog Sits On My Lips And Defecates.

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

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow.

All Who Love Have Lied.