I Am So Imperfect, Can You Love

There Is A Good Look That I Wear Like A Blood Clot. I Have Sewn It Over My Left Breast. I Have Made A Vocation Of It.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.