seeep down. fill me. tear away. become becoming. sweet honey. champagne to celebrate life. melody, what a wonderful name. so then tell me the shape of these things, i can only feel them through my skin, but there’s fat and muscle and tissue in the way. ah, here i can trace out a bit—

skeleton and an image of the earth. the planets, a rock and on it are more rocks. and behind it is god’s vanity; where she sits and looks into her eyes and sees sadness looking back. it’s us. we are the sadness, peace to the parents who have lost their children. peace to the lost children. i don’t know anyone who is missing, but i know lots of lost people. i also know lost buildings and lost land. how terrible it must be to be a river and become lost

i mentioned the cuts on my feet. well, i took off my shoes to enter the church and now i’ve lost my shoes and i’ve lost the church. but look, i have my feet

i am lost without you, means i am looking for you. but don’t you look for lost things so doesn’t that make you the one who is lost? maybe the saying doesn’t make sense, maybe i should say: come find me. but doesn’t that mean i am hiding? come undress me. why won’t i come when you call. take off my shirt cause oh i miss my skin. i’ll put on my sunday best, this painted skin. let time leave messages too, for future loves to read: i am this skin, this is how i stand before her dressed at the vanity with my hair down and my shoes off