Move the Back of Your Heart Towards the Front of Your Heart
Move the Back of Your Heart Towards the Front of Your Heart
We have become
White-blooded people of the future
Let me show you pictures of the man
I was when I was
Other than the man
I am right now
I have always wanted to be looked at
The way you look at me when I move
The back of my heart toward
The front of my heart
The parenthesis of light
Along your eye’s rim
Unbuttons me to the crescent shore of now
I break upon each time I land
At last
The solace of the world’s worst thing