i am an autumn, out of the ark, bleeding on your palm. all eyes, all mine, all i am, all i'd been, all i'd done — cried bullish red for you, killed what you miss, since so long ago. we're books with ugly covers & ugly truths & ugly wants. and so i bleed for you to look at, and so i vomit the sad lines that better kill you, and so i cheat deaths; i am a loss you better hold.
