It’s been a terrible year, but you were fun.
I wonder, though, why you wouldn’t want a barrier.
I’m telling you, I’m dangerous.
Every step I took toward you, I announced it.
Faithless, filthy, fruitful. I come with bags.
Grocery bags. I called the police tonight
to watch me put my old lover’s bags outside.
He stuck needles in everything.
You want his needles stuck in you?
Who knows if they’re dirty or clean.
Who knows if I’m dirty or clean. You don’t.
You don’t know where I’ve been,
except for where you know I’ve been.
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