Aug 10, 2007 14:09
Open the fridge and put
My heart on a plate.
I'm just as you left
me, and I taste even better
leftover.
Pale fury, why did you leave me?
You're prickly
in the morning. So
prickly.
This isn't a cooking show.
This isn't chemistry or geography.
It's physics, pure physics,
I'm falling fast, and faster still.
So fall with me. Fall down with me.
And stay.