of course bleeding
like paw prints
in the toilet
dark iodine
there are so many types of shop
thick shining windows
hanging perfume
cigarettes
loosen up
in every language
become my mother
loud, stubborn
go work a real job
then get back to me
good, glad he doesn’t
think what I do is real
stirring clams into pasta
their shells sound like rain
I giggle uncontrollably
devil horns
