i'm clenching and unclenching my fists

and you got daffodils in one of yours

and you got a grenade in the other

the pin pulled and you're holding the handle

i can't tell if you're deciding whether

to put the pin back or not,

or just subtracting

the time the grenade would be in the air

getting to me from four seconds

and now i'm watching it sail toward me

i know your math is good, sister, so

i don't bother to turn around

instead i'll just tell you how your pants look

not as good as mine

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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