your face was gay for my name you know it's a dirty face
that flocks like birds to the windshield having
eaten summer berries ready to jackson pollock it
trial theory I saw you swaying your car to the suicide beat
I saw you facing my name with you cardboard sign
stating
things
trading your name for my face
my face was your face was my name was the letter A
on sesame flavored falcon with side wasabi
the layer cake on my face we named Velvet
in honor of spaying