the ant you keep in your front shirt pocket

can you see this cage on your chest, ananas

there is this patient fury in your eyes it drives me out of my mind,

a fried leaf makes a joke of my coat

we've weaved ourselves perfect and can't lift a finger

they expect me to tell someone else's story like it's mine

i'm tempted to perfect our established misunderstanding

it doesn't matter what you've said to me,

An aching reverence on my shoulder holds my spine by the neck,