just trying to be better,
but I know there
is something out there.
an empty glass of whiskey.
an empty bowl of cereal.
a cold morning.
a bothersome raccoon.
and all the things.
she said.
were real.
so let the drummer kick.
god don't exist.
so I was born to kill hearts.
but I wont hurt hers.
roadkill vultures and all.
do you take milk?
I don't.
I am sorry.
Let's not move on.