(emmy won, jesus piece, stella wong) the
string/glass is scattered through the yard,
i dream i speak in tongue like pastor brian,
a seventh son is healing me i'm trying not
to breathe so deep i sleep while spouting
symphonies that katie showed me some-
time back in school - honey just the one,
lately i am space blue streaking into sun
and blisters on the bottom of an iceberg
skipping star like stone on pools of light
i said i'd own i'd get it right i'd let the old
shit die. sorry how i lie, sorry like a snow
storm smothers fucking fire, sorry when
forever was a shitty way to say i only like
you when i'm sane