HICCUPS: erupt my chest as chars as ripped lungs
Flanking heart as pairs as words you don’t care
I swear an oath to thee:
Don’t take me down
I can’t help hate
Words break apart
At the end.
The composite of “we” we rip like fabric
In the backseat forged something more a hole the ultimate
The worst feeling in a mall:
We watch a few films
A festival worth.
I WRITE A FEW HUNDRED THINGS ABOUT YOU: wait a while
For you to notice how much it matters to me
If you can if you don’t mind.