I AM SUGAR WATER THE KIND THAT BEES DRINK THE KIND THAT IS MADE FROM BUTTERFLY SPIT I AM LIZARD I AM BEETLE
FROG LEGS AND RABBIT SPINES TASTE SO GOOD WHEN YOU’RE STARVING. THEY SLIDE SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT I THINK I MIGHT CHOKE AND DIE, I THINK I MIGHT PASS OUT AND I THINK I MIGHT SLOW DOWN.
WE ARE DRAGON HORN WE ARE MARBLE WE ARE HER DEAD PARENTS. I DON’T THINK SHE DESERVED WHAT SHE GOT. I THINK SHE DESERVED A HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND A BREATHING FATHER AND A SEVENTH GRADE.
NONE OF IT REALLY MATTERS WHEN YOU REALIZE YOUR HEADSTONE WILL SAY
BORED GIRL, DEAD GIRL, HUMAN GIRL DIED MARCH 2017. NONE OF IT REALLY MATTERS WHEN YOU NOTICE HOW BADLY SHE SAYS YOUR NAME
I DIED ON
TENTH STREET, I DIED IN
ALABAMA SOMEWHERE, SOMEWHERE WITH IV OR MAYBE WITH GEM. I DIED IN THE WASHING MACHINE AND NEVER CAME BACK. HE NEVER CAME BACK.
SHE PROBABLY CRIED, DIDN’T SHE? SHE PROBABLY DOESN’T LIKE TRAINS SHE PROBABLY DOESN’T LIKE FUNERALS BUT NO ONE REALLY DOES. EVERYONE IS
WAITING WE ARE ALL WAITING. NOTHING IS HAPPENING EXCEPT SHOWER WATER, CANTALOUPE, FERAL CATS. NOTHING IS HAPPENING EXCEPT PURGATORY AND CHEWING FAT WE WILL WAIT ALL OUR LIVES AND SOMEDAY I WILL KNOW ALL THE SECRETS