The Lady of the Lambs, a Shepherdess of Sheep

Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white...
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
-- Alice Meynell

Sunday

I want to keep you fed.

I want to pick you up, I don't care what time, I want to drive real fast to some place in town. I want to  stress you out, I want to make things hard. I want to take your hand, I want to leave this bar. I want to wake you up on a driving train that has led its tracks inside my brain. I want to take you home, I want to feel my age. I want to freak you out on a different stage. I want to show my teeth, I want to keep you fed. I want to get you drunk and let it go to your head. I want to be unique, I want to be your kind. I want to make you hate me and then change your mind. I want to wear a skirt. I want to make mistakes. I want to kill you first and then take your name. I want to tear you apart, I want to make your bed. I want to break your heart, I want to break your head.


So, I guess this means we can't be friends.



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