G183

Something between us, turned her angry face to me and smiled at you, full of teeth, has grinning, flipped, and now shes smiling at me, with her teeth curved benevolently, G, everyone turns her angry face to you, ill not let you go to hell, or ill dive in after you, and make your hell heaven, willingly

I tell the stars that looked at me this morning, the blackbird song, the tree that clings, She Who Knows Everything