broken-ended questions
I’ve got a pill for every feeling in the world
one to make life stop
one to make breath long
one to make sleep come
and i’ve got a pill for every feeling in the world
except for aching.
my heart is a little flower on a cactus
and it’s fighting for the water to survive
but the packrat advises storage
for emergency.
this is emergency.
I’ve got a pill for every feeling in the world;
I have no words.