I came back
the same
but so filthy
I don't want to ever wash my hands again
I am a touched girl
I have a sunburn or a cinnamon tan or something
I held the hair at its roots
oilcan hair
make that face
given me a corduroy elbow
given me your smokes
given me a double-sided noose
your dirt hands
that good clean mouth
make my stomach muscles pain warmly from laughing solid for two whole days
get it
under that big moon... there is some kind of agoraphobialike condition
where people freak at the airport
when they see how fucking big the sky is
I freak at that moon in ocean-sky
around the fire,
& I just stared deeper
& finally got it
we're finally burning sadhouse down,
watch her ghost away
