i asked him to stop fucking the jazz singer 

so we could have a chance.

truest love.

i was standing under a rainbow in the flipping rain.

crying and laughing in my splashing clogs.

they filled with water and i weighed one hundred and sixty

and seventy and eighty and then one thousand pounds.

violet violence.

dear peter pan

please stop fucking the jazz singer 

so we stand a chance.

i think he said no but he was kissing me 

and my mouth filled with flowers

i went blind from beauty

and forgot the question.

oh. yeah.  

will you please stop fucking the jazz singer?

but he grabbed me

and we danced.

he kissed me again 

his mouth a green and rotten apple.