Lying on the floor Shattered ceramics There was so much of you to pick up Halloween plans Smashed by September There were so many pieces to pick up on On the floor You were so connected To the man sleeping under the table On the other side of the continent When you lost your content A stillborn beauty Is ghosting around in my head Your busted brains I would tenderly tuck into bed Little dishcloth in a tumbling dryer Little washcloth in a tumbling dryer Maybe your parents gave you a Lego set in middle school Maybe the kids in cla** smashed it to pieces Maybe they poured glue on your pet tarantulas Maybe they got stuck to each other and tore themselves apart I want my girls to save me Want them to burst in when the dagger's at my neck I want my love to redeem me, let these k**ers finally see me I feel it growing in me at the brink of d**h Summon Doraemon Protector of innocents If you let them see you naked You can get a ride home (Danae receiving Jupiter in a shower of sulphuric acid) A thief (some young god) Stole the ending to this book (tore the canvas into shreds) And left us gibberish (bleeding paint) Ancient Greek letters (call you saint for a reason) Just another crossed out character I'll scatter like birds I'll go everywhere