it may just take me awhile with knitting my fingers undone: Shit baby, you wouldn't know what it means. what you really mean when your there. and when youve kissed those fictions clear; come back to me, the lady who lied. come back to my sling back boy hair and cottage cheese thighs. the way i listen to your acoustic strings (heart strings) heart beat beat beat flutter like eyelashes and doves and dandelions that have died into themselves, becoming someones next wish; unless they cant blow. i smoke too much, i cant blow. i've been down the street with gauze lips and twined hair, with nickel and copper hands that wish to push your muscles and wet your lips and harden your heart heart which is the head, the source of your confusion. cause in my confusion, with its blown back daze, im the girl you dont talk about im the one whos genetalia you hate to touch but you love the fact that i reak of you your cigarettes and your shampoo. i met a man that loves to love me and hates to care. it's okay baby, shhhh. shh. you've probably seen nothing but canvas and a poltergiest soul. so'kay that you cant beat with me cause im too sad. so its okay that you cant feel me cause im tooo bad. its okay you'd be happy with out me cause im used to alone. alone like you'd forget on an afternoon by the pool. we dont talk because my mouth isnt close to yours.