Forgive me, for in my sleepI am infested
Stretch in the morninglike a Cheshire grin,wide open and lithe;pliant with hubris.
Girls flock like tethered birdsbecause misery loves companyor so, don’t you think[or so you don’t think]
The gravity of my needscrush my emotion easily -pressed and mortared into powder, like your drugstore apologies.
I am alwaysthinking or talkingnonsense, unsatisfied.