Hooded boundaries in these arch-eyes Styptic kisses over yesterdays' news Nemeses to your broken-off wuthering nap Glowing from disappointment Falling in the forest To no one's bemusement To no creatures' inclination to care In this pararomantic parable of fortitude Coloring out as rosy moods cluttered in corners Of a store adjacent to therapists' off-office refuge Banking sweatily-confessed chits as factotum Of lonely debris from wailing walls of privilege Drafting in behind the honeymoon bearing passive- Aggressively-invested delusions haunted by your lunar Meandering through these post-animism throw-around lives Into which our fingers disappear Into which our failings whisper Mothers' hissing tongues of hair bid Ohayo Kitsugi-san <p align="right">Wilkommen schadenfreude-lein</p> Run back into him Fold the shirts over the tears Strikethrough the truth Close the door over your humanity I can be everything like the next girl Turning yesterday's agency into tomorrow's excused coercion Chase me, cajole me, carouse me, and shift your codpiece Pissing all the winds after taking out that joke you tell I couldn't live like this Until I most of all recalled My boundless lack of need for you As my nethers tighten up around those You can only imagine Until the ends of this malingering Beyond-seas drifting malaise of a cruising life I have steadied into a coil only felt by swimmers; Ready to plot, ready to flee, ready to howl along a path