I will show you the ***** parts of us,
and how unsafe their salt tastes,
mended, reckon bliss in this place –
no one kills what they never loved.
Because then it will not matter,
amputees are not fatal, but no one
has amputated their heart or head.
Each person, each piece is opaque –
but there is something to be seen
inside, the ***** parts we leave
wrestling with us when they speak.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
I will show you the ***** parts of us,
and how unsafe their salt tastes,
mended, reckon bliss in this place –
no one kills what they never loved.
Because then it will not matter,
amputees are not fatal, but no one
has amputated their heart or head.
Each person, each piece is opaque –
but there is something to be seen
inside, the ***** parts we leave
wrestling with us when they speak.
