or she believed

you are 

not 

saying what you think 

i don't 

know. 

barriers like m&m's . . rum 

classy and gluttonous 

like you and i 

consumption of

consuming each

consumed by 

the other. 

in low ceilings and re-run light 

we are 

always 

far from faithful 

nothing unacknowledged is true 

a code of reappearing 

disappearing, 

trap doors and basement stairs.  

knives through the box

curtain over the tank 

holding our breath 

until the lady 

(i play, i wait to play)

doesn't give the impression

of being.