these shorts are as old as my rebellion

no one is watching
no one is listening

no one is here
no one knows.

he hands her the gun
"shoot them, if you must"
----

where do you go
when you sleep?
caribbean dresses
on tall, thin, tan girls
everybody wants to love.

a tree grows
out of the deep

ocean

she's standing there
reminding me

life wasn't for us

the world needs people
like us

going unnoticed
to remind the ones that matter
that they're still here.

where does she sleep?
where do they sleep?
where do i sleep?
where do we sleep?

why doesn't he sleep?

forget about family
"we are your family now"

----
and she does.