treatment applies to new things,
you know, the mint julip of your eye.
it's just natural and you were raised
to like the nape of my neck.
you were born with noise. it rumbles
and scares me. it is next to me now,
i'm wrong and ill.
i never do anything well.
i have too much tact.
i see through your shit.
sorry for just being. i am like
an uphill battle, you know-
bull run but without the hats;