But darling,
do not grasp my hand
unless you mean it

Oh, how fickle the heart!
To be the lover of one, and yet-
my heart burns for another.
No, for both.

And he gouged out his right eye for wisdom,
as his ancestors had-
those one-eyed wolves of the West

Smile upon me not.
Some days it is too much
to bear

cherry and lime
fingers inside
summer wine, summer time

Oh, how I wanted that fruit!
And I fought for it, had it
And while it is sweet,
even the pomegranate must return
to the earth.

Ginger dream, bedsheet queen,
come rest your head between my thighs
pretty, pretty please?

America, I don't want your atom bombs
I don't want your fake-trans youth

Gypsy, he called me.
*****, filth, a Taker

Emm'rald, I called her.
And her mouth were stained
purple from her candy.

All the hearts I've drawn on my hand
long to fly from my skin
and cover you with kisses

I wrote of ***** and of heartache,
for they are the only things I know.

It doesn't have to be complicated,
just come here and relax on me