you startled me with the desperate crack of your knees. as they gave way you choked on a sob, touched me like i was fucking china. if that's what you think i've got news for you: this is all me. but it's your shoulders that won't hold up and you seem so disappointed. so drag yourself home, cry your eyes out. i don't care. all i need is a hit.
from “transgressive middle school verses”.
de-rendering 