the rim of the basket catches
the light of my salmon street
the ground is so cold
but it holds me more than the
hands laying inside
the house,
I am the death of me
Winter grass is deafening
the rim of the basket catches
the light of my salmon street
the ground is so cold
but it holds me more than the
hands laying inside
the house,
I have the sun power, but I am the daughter
how’s the desert stay cool
when it wasn’t born with water, and
the ground is so cold but it holds me
more than the hands laying inside
the house,
I am the death of me
I hope caterpillars swim in the pool I leave
and I could live forever if I just die here
if I just die here
I could live forever if I just die here
red spreading through the cracks I feared
* * *
I’m freer than i’ll
never ever get to be
they can tickle me with feathers
til’ they’re centipedes
cut me like a steak, i’m rare
until the center bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds
don’t put me on a leash, don’t put me-
i’m
kneeling for the sheep I feed, i’m
kneeling for the sheep I feed, i'm
kneeling for the