The meal a naked flame it lights those smokes leaving brown stains staining me but no fucks will help my paper double spaced two six four stare at the stone it stays and waves so the ants ask for help kindly would you why of course I sacrificed wouldn't want to see the hazy pain right through my knee and down into the waters we peed on my horn she grinded claims she is lost needing a star to grant me a wish the wind blows right into my lap and left



What do you mean?


I don't know. I cannot see myself. I thought I would just dance and you tell me about my body language. I really don't know.

Could you help?
Would you, kindly?