Spot

 

Hair in the car yours

I can have no one knows

relaxing but the riots in walls write

control is secret,

we can’t keep it like good clothes

I have your marks and my head’s

painted.

Control is secret what elephants remember

I remember wrong. Out among the missing

guest gloves and daughters exasperated

dropping mistaken stiff hair spits

bodies, non bodies, and cuts alike

indict stumped oxide.