Why did she come back? Why was I so obsessed with impressing her? God, she feels so different now, now that she’s far from my grasp, and I realise that there was more to each dreamy, doomed glance that she gave me. I’m starting to get starstruck by the tricks my mind can play on…

Hey, it’s me, God, boundless black curls, blue scarf bent into a bow, silver chains swinging low, bouncing on my breasts as I take a few steps towards you. She told you I was on the way, a puff of pretty, pink cigarette smoke, and I appeared, like a witchy mermaid, who was never made…

She says that I’m her sapphic sorceress,possessing power in my soft lips and softer thighs.I don’t sleep in a serax haze anymore,because I’m healed, feeling life in real time.I could change,but she takes me as I arrived at her door,never asking any more,as we sleep under peaceful peach lights from heaven.