i'm waiting for the stars to move. waiting until i can touch these flesh wounds....scars and words and video tapes. i don't want to go home alone tonight. i don't want to sleep in empty arms.
sun-spill over shades of her skin just right. /hold still/ /perfect baby, perfect/ /flash/ /click/. my life on fake-shine paper, and once the negatives are exposed to all this ugly of me they fade....corners curl up tight to keep their secrets. make me another drink, will you boy? i'll sleep on the couch tonight.