twice, called for his death

it's my veins that shake

not my hands, mother,

they are just wrapped around the veins

it's just the water running through

our bodies

cutting canyons into the flesh

rivers that could be dammed up by kisses

she dreams of the ocean

its salt and its violence

i do hate to swim

if he spent half of the time

you spend worrying about money

trying to make some

you'd have twice as much time

to figure out how bad my math just was



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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