i want you to know how much you’re asking of me.
there’s a tiny, microscopic piece of your eyeball
you’re looking through oh did you know
how microscopic it views?
this time the cactus is rubbing me on the wrong side.
my eyes fill up with its spines.
sandpaper kisses toilet paper eyes
let go of your microscope
get on with your life
sinking submarines,
embattled beauty queens
my teeth are falling out in my dreams
shoot me with your bullet nectarine
chase me through my cherry tree dreams…

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN