Jun 2013
I have to move up north,
and forget your name.
I don’t know where my hands are,
what my lips want.
I’ll strip myself raw
with the hum of alcohol,
leave myself
sanitized of you.
I have to.
and forget your name.
I don’t know where my hands are,
what my lips want.
I’ll strip myself raw
with the hum of alcohol,
leave myself
sanitized of you.
I have to.
