i
know what you
think – lying face up,
with make-up, on the brink
of tears, that never spill
down your
face.

i
know what you
think – lying face up,
with c-cups, shaking hands,
now, and ink write it's
all gone to
waste.

i
know how you
feel, sprawled out,
with a fixed pout, and a heel
that's broken, like
all of your
heart.

i
know how you
feel, sprawled out, like
a dressed trout, lacking a
meal you've lacked
from the
start.

but
i know you'll
be fine, in the end when
you'll live again, hear the sign
you've been waiting for
all of your
life.