Give me more than my share of you.

Yes I live in a body and am now being askedto assess what my experience was like before.It made me feel okay, oh I was so okaythat when I first got bodied I died.

You know we got old.The young are devilsin our dream.

Hold mypalms up to the Goddessand say Tell me what to do.

Last of the line lastof the line I'll wearmy dust like petals.

for in the silent roomone must return all giftsto make room for other gifts

like there is even a choicelike if I called it would eclipsemy sad sack of dark wordsno it would notno it would not

though it will never be what I want

and I am going to have to resemble meas I came into this desertbroken upand full of bones