Listen to your kids
Lyrics
at night my iris slides below the velvet wall in the fold of my closed eye. i'm hung in the astronomy sky on a wire strung through space on a filament on fire. its so bright and we feel exactly the same when the sun deflates itself over each recurring day. and depression rests her head against my chest with the fluid movements of a pendulum. and if i'm listening i'm only listening to her kiss, the way her muscles split, the way her parting lips click. if i'm dying, i'm only dying for her touch, her compression mess of veins, her bifurcated flood through the awkward clockwork sunk inside my heart. she's my poltergeist, i'm her surgery in the dark. losing everything, it doesn't fell as strange as you'd probably think. no it's a good thing we don't mind and we won't testify. we don't remember anything.
