In seven minutes, I am away
from the only thing that could
make me smile at the moment.
I decided to come and it was
poor. I decided to invite and
it was poor also. I'll have you
know that I'm going to burn
everything because it's a
lot better than staring at
false hope, hearing a joking
voice, playful and hollow,
talking from a mouth
I've never known. Grow
grow and grow a garden
plant tomatoes and secret
pollen. Bury your nose.
Bury your nose and I'll
cover my eyes and ears
and pretend that you're
not here.
