at the bottom of the swimming pool
floats a body
in a satin dress
skin full
of tiny holes
choked
on his own death
oh what a mess
it hit us
like a hungry fist
what was
what is
and it hit us
like a hungry fist
who was
who lives
we’re a company
embroidery
any kind of technique
little stitches in me
a tattoo that will help me be different from you
a saviour who feeds you his guru soup
and on the way there
and on the way there
and on the way there
