Stem, that stretch of branch over rocky, fragile ground,
****, those plastic, lemon circles you got for eyes
Lick, that smile, that smirking smile you shot at me,
Wet, that water on your baby fat cheeks
I can’t breathe for you
I can’t breathe for you
I can’t breathe for you
A knife in my hair, my working birth branched over rocky, fragile ground,
Your sorrowed songs sieved, your happiness a chalk outline on tulipwood tables,
A knife in my teeth, I sing these dreams of me, you see
Mirrored, that miserly misfortune you got for a heart
I can’t breathe for you
I can’t breathe for you
I can’t breathe for you
Cap, that satin wrapped cloud, circling wrangled, strangled cows and crows
Stab, that forlorn fire, ever end that showing, shallow show
****, that plastic lemon smile you shot at me
Lick, that water on your fat baby cheeks
I can’t sing for you
I can’t sing for you
This is my working birth, mirrored and miserly misfortune branched over rocky, fragile ground.
This is my working birth, mirrored.