if i bite my tongue much longer i`ll choke on blood.
the issue isn`t you; it`s my violence
i live a life of limp fists and slit wrists
dead white legs splayed out in
numbered rows
do you want to be
one of those?
i`ll never be a safest bet
a woman`s safest bet
the triple seven
the safest bet
the winning jockey
the safest bet
the safest bet
my brain`s a bomb that wants to blow but my hands say no
my bed`s a train without a track and the one route back
is lined with knives all pointed down to the source of the sound
i shake and shake and shake and shake and shake and shake and shake