whenever I
think about dishwashers in soho
in bed at
night
I pull on
the sheets in terror
in case I
notice my feet are uncovered
I want a
lighter for my birthday
I want a
lighter for my birthday
a liver
that runs on sulphur
on new
year’s day
he’s in the
bush writing the official resolution
fishes and
gasoline
the wrong huxley
on a wrong day
the leather
is the only way out grab onto me
I was born
to be a male clerk!
there’s so
much to live for!
I was born
to be a kingsize bed!
there’s so
much to live for!
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