My eyes and lips and hair and face will rot in the river / And I will be carried away by vultures / To the corporate headquarters of Bank of America

i asked this of shame / be a stranger

One simulation to another, am I wrong.

Tell them come take my eyes / Before my body gives out

you have trouble saying your name and you say it anyway

it was near this piece of ocean bed / where their whale ancestors dealt out the sea / as if they were gambling.

My cadastre of flesh / dissects me right to the bone

I am so afraid of being troubled and alone at the end of this world

Sometimes what happens is the waves / fling themselves on the beach without spectators

We kept the kills quiet / amid rows of pale clover

Before you were born I binge-watched Hoarders.