“Write down all the things you’ve learnt in your life,
But make them concise and beautiful.
Especially if they weren’t.
Drag roses out of you knife- holes.”
“I can’t do that.
You’ll have to watch my blood pour on the paper
like vinegar on chips.
My eyes go red from the weeping effort
As I squeeze myself onto the keys.
I fear but I come through,
Read my body, torn in two.”