know a little mirror for viewing little hairs
to be pulled
know a ceiling, know a blue ceiling
unevenly painted, poorly kept
a strange burn on the wall
know a mat
torn and rock embedded
know the crank as it cranks
a forward growl
only the faraway thinking of us
i'm dreaming hotly
on stained pillows
mostly of the prince i wove out of memories
all of you tumbling out of my slightly open mouth
it's very dry from the valerian
know a pile of cigarette packs
squashed
know clothes that all feel odd
know money tucked away
and the girl that becomes as she stands behind the counter
breathe and the body becomes heavy