Rats Live On No Evil Star

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

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.

I'll Vacuum Up My Stale Hair, I'll Pay All My Neighbors' Bad Debts, I'll Write A Poem Called Yellow And Put My Lips Down To Drink It Up.

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

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