and so the Brockhampton song plays
wound goes deep, stick a finger in it
scoop out blood to make room for you
it's filling the floorboards with red
drill a hole out with bullets to drain it
you know you should be my boy
and not go to school no more
sweat and indifference slickening
your delicate forehead, softly scratching scars
with my nails in each of your dimples
you know you should be my boy
oh yes you do, it's love, it's simple