There’s a crack
Reflective grass
Stone face
Mute glance

High black
In the back of
A normal joke
Easier to choke
Smile glue

Bad stick/bad fit
With you
A blanket curse
A made up bed that waits
In heaven

You have my face
My neck my waist
And a fucking saint
In a rocking chair
That stays in place

Thief for a chance
Kiss for a catch
Blue flower
Blue boredom!

Did you know I colored in the clues
For you for you
They make a game
That spells your name

Fresh fear at the centerfold
Colored mess to backwards steps
Always taste
Like another face

Always smell
Like a kind of hell
Waterproof person to be
To be, to be

Blood like soap
When water washes it thin
Washes it away to stay