spinning out across breath, filled with stars and eyes and mid mid midnight skies all the words fell out lost in black wet falling below there where patterns of eyes close & close & close closed into the shape of stars disaster swept out to the sides turned blue for a minute she's neatly sweeping in the sides of her explosion trapping it contained within the glass sides of her jar sweet smellsssssss every word issss hyper-extended she's swatting at the thoughts that keeps trying to fly fly fly away i cry i cry i puke on you you morrissey-robert-smith-fed snotty little girl hiding in the corner without an identity and waiting for someone to come admire your beautiful beautiful sorrow someone told you once that woman were most beautiful on the verge of a breakdown and you've been trying for one ever since every week it seems dwelling dwelling deep in your hole with black and blue tears on the pillow you'll be one of the beautiful, dammit who forgot to tell you about life and where is the way out of this place where is there life outside the lonelylonely cave Nick Cave would put his cigarette out on your pouty little pout pouty little girl inspired by Molly Ringwald and her pouty little pouty little attitude and her sad sad sad grace where do you go when you fall out of the car door? into the air up to the tree branch? under the skirts & through every hula-hoop out onto the highway blood on a candycane stick clean your plate, may i be excused in the corner with brown sugar for hours lock me in the basement tonight eat your meat eat your MEAT scrape and whine of knives on white china scrape and whine of kitties in the laundry chute scratch under the collar and her big pock-marked face coming down the stairs at you after sitting for hours fists in ears not blocking the screams through the sound of running shower water get off me Anne Sexton! she's riding me like a big red harley Anne Selcer Anne Sexton she be dead!! i'm alive i sing the song of myself!