ｓｌｉｃｅ．

               do you still love me?

one of us is going 

                                                         & i might be holding on too tight,     

                                 BUT DON'T TELL YOUR OTHER MAN,

Cricket song helps The dead become Comfortable Being dead. There are Baby faces In the turned- Up dirt. The Leeching wear Of everyone's Stiff skin. The crisp air's Brittle caress. The wind is Your favorite Mixtape melting. Go with us. Barrel of sparks, Boombox dump- Sters. Come Now. One more Step & it's a Shallow pit Of red-hot Coals. Get fresh With the man On fire. Get Close to the Hotness. How Icky, the compost Of burning hair. The stickiness In your palm. Hold on, hold. You're already Forgetting how Far we've come. Don't say any- Thing, listen to Us purr the let Go, the unfolding. We're just going To etch the song Into you--deep Down, all of us Want, at the last Second, to change What we've done.

That raging inside me Shouts It’s time to blow Kisses, to sing bye-bye. Fingers of sunlight pock The growing shadows. The city is darker than black. The day’s almost midnight & most of the secrets have Been revealed. Everyone Dirty talks to themselves At night. Everyone is guilty. Admit nothing when they come For you. Speak in tongues. Say you Let Jesus take the wheel -- Whisper He was just right here.