Lets all go to wake.

Tighten your neck
And set your heavy
Head on Mary's blur.

These sandpaper quilts
Help me to remember
That I was once alive.
The scratches will heel,
But my esteem needs
A cup of wilted tacks
To survive my suicide.

Whatever you do,
Never shake the
Noose's calloused hands,
The stranger in the car
Says he does his deals
With the monsters
That live under the bed-
Of glass fibers tangled
In my unwashed hair.

Wait for mommy to
Cough blood before
You take your breath,
When her cancers
Begin to kiss your limbs
Finally, it'll be as if
She herself wasn't
Afraid of touching you.

Lets play on the swings.

Try and make it over
That top crossbar.
If you can't, don't worry,
Once daddy finishes
His meeting with Jack
And hugging mommy,
He'll come out and push
You over the stars.

Ya, one day, over the stars...
I hear it's beautiful there.