becausethe mouse blew his brains out
Two Freaks/One PillCan I say it all in the time before she hits?Already at an impassethere's a clock in my brain, and the hands are ticking sticky with honeyed phrases.The first chime soundsa grandfather of wood and brass sitting in a meadow, surrounded by magenta flowers. I wish I knew their names.Chalky and bitter on my tongue, my face scrunches in disgust at the words she wants to say.I'm innocent but not pure. Wrap her in a blanket I've just learned to make, faces reaching toward the ocean spray and hair blowing lightly in the wind like some cheesy albu