extinct

Where are the men
that instead of undressing my body in the dark,
would rather undress the brightest & darkest thoughts
of my mind?
Don't put me to bed

If you refuse to wake me up in the morning

The thing about being human

I'm not an object

Objects are kept in my purse

Where I should lock you away

Until I need an object of my own

Let a spoonful of sugar

help that medicine of yours, go down.