cold feet.

A Poem by Christina

I am my muse and I sway and deliver
I bend and I beg and I leap and I dance
I dream my melancholic dreams and i melt on the floorboards
I sink into the static, pushing myself out of my pores, thriving in my rot.
Oh Ginsberg I cry my queer tears with you for I only love myself!
Oh the drama of a melting sky whisk me away! Oh anxious noon crawl from your pine box and sing!
Holy ambition is lost on me, i am my only god!
and i've forgotten how to act when i see a friendly face
and I get cold feet at night when I can't sleep.