(the following is
made of the fabric
from your curtains)


I don't want to get ****** up about nothing, but
here's the antidote to loss of hearing, when you
drink fruit juice and spit things you find in your
mouth at the arcade, when I sleep in my brother's
brain I wake up a gemini and I hate french cooking

I don't miss you,

I only miss the view through your windowpane