Drown in as many hot baths as it takes to make
your fault lines disengage
as good as you want to feel
is as good as it gets
Thank the crevice of your forgetfulness
for the uncut seraphs it spits out
at church everyone is sinning when they kneel
they lick their fingers and salivate at temptation
Blaspheme was where I landed and hope is where I’ll stay
My ankles keep time
A winding clock at arms length
Whenever I cry it chimes the hum
of the core from which I came
as good as you want to feel is as good as it gets
