Chelsea

When it's too early
My voice is like a snapping spine



Bang

Bang



No one runs or even looks up
Three times
A bang inside the ghost

I feel her tattooed fingers pulling
At the bottom of my shirt
Her little daggers of ice rest on my hips
And she's begging for a second kiss
It's morning and boring
Looks like I fell for another girl
Who's naked on the internet
Oh well
She's singing me songs I don't like
And it's wringing out my voice
Boring
But we're ready and steady
So
So what


We do these dirty things
Not because I like them
But because I anticipate
Writing about them later