i'm a lion, sleeping in the sunshine

lion lies down, lion lies down

honey in the hollows, and the contours of the body.
a sluggish golden river, a sickly golden trickle.

a gold and sticky trickle.

i have a mane of gold, of sunkissed wheat and a heart of gold, gilded in the sunlight.

it is heavy.

mais, pourqoi parler de moi? ich bin ein nebelstreif. laissez-nous parler d'elle

that night she wept, she wept a lot
it was the night the centipedes crawled up her legs.

it was the night of the dead mouse. antoine, anthony, antonio, he told me it was the night she lost her keys.

that night her eyes got filled with sand.

the worst wasn't that she was nowhere
but that she had nowhere to go

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