Our whole past Passed in Six clicks Of the heavy hand Who strikes me, tells me, darling, Where to be Our fingers broke Like the Plastic hangers In the closet You hated, And the Needle you married. I sure clung. I sure battled Batting lashes, But I lost My grip. I'm weak. Because I woke On my side Sideways. Hiding, cold bones and all. the night Ate you alive again. Fuck. I woke Back at zero. So there's goodbye again In pounding Stillness Just the same As every day, same time, Rewind, Repeat. So I'd rather Count Black sheep Like me, Than blessings That won't impress The man You wound tight Like twine To feel blessed, Much less Rested. My life begins When the Mercury drops. Stop flickering. I hope the evening Is hungry And devours, both You and I This time around.