“if only you could see me, we’d dance like a heart attack
with a wail you’ll let them know you’re furious you’re back,
you awake from the dirt and the grime, stretch your fractured pretzel spine,
out to take you’re revenge for the crime, filled with fire and finally mine,
you awake from the grave that he dug, pulsing, boiling, angry, blood,
well aware aware that i’m falling in love, filled with fire and drinking gasoline.”
