want to breathe life into you
like stomp on your chest
turn it into a sweaty dancefloor
I don't speak a lick of Korean
hangul all over your slender wrists
but I heard your prayers in every other language
glossolalia wrapped in a tight winter dress, funny you're named Ha-Yun
slow time under the sunset at 5pm
is this how a heart should feel when it's free
about to break out the ribcage feet first
a feat verse, a heated hearse, holy water neat course
you're a damn whore but I'm less proud
to admit that I've been sinking without you
when I was young I never questioned the circumference
never measured the shadow's length
when my mind could barely process English
beat the words out my lungs in poems I'll never show anyone
feel the sweat on the dancefloor
turn to an unwinding pretzel and disenchant from the day
encumbered feet, just turn the stress out and branch into the fray
go get in there, I'm a windmill with four limbs
and I need eight for more solar power to create more sweat
