Tomorrow I’m gonna have new eyes
A set of opaque glass magnifying reality

I wanna feel you all the time
Watch you memorize my spaces

Be my alphabet and I’ll be your soup
Our letters dancing on each other’s tongues like
Honey

You’ll find me on a carton of milk one day
My pouting lips luring you back into your memories

I plunge to last
Because
Nice girls never finish first

And here I am
Still waiting
For sleep
To
Come