Every Page

You’re looking pretty
In the city
I know
You’re in a river
Full of glitter
Bodies and bones

You’re the right kind of lie
Like the blue that thinks it’s part of the sky
You saw the smoke from the fire
But the signal’s just some brat burning tires

I don’t know
How to fold
Nor the calculus
That makes you work
I wrote lines
Set the stage
It ain’t a book if you rip out
Every god damn page

I felt your body
Eating molly
Up north
There’s no direction
In the center
Of storms

You’re like faith without pain
Like a black dress that’s been painted in stains
You’re like a way to escape
Like a straight shot running under the maze

I don’t know
How to fold
Nor the calculus
That makes you work
I wrote lines
Set the stage
It ain’t a book if you rip out
Every god damn page