"Wearing Shades at Night"
The most hateful dirt is piling up the table angrily rumping bumping my chest.
This light is misplaced. Fabric on fabric on non-fabric consuming me whole.
My body is full soft and sick. 200 grams and make sure you don’t take it raw it’s a trap you’re misguided you distract.
Mayonnaise you confuse honey and milk and happiness, stares and textures.
Never no movement. Sweat without moving, it’s a sin.
Precautious self-medicating my life: be a palace.
My soul be a bin.