oh no scorpion

 
i have taught myself hunger, i have taught myself to love twig season.
i dance at dawn and out the kitchen. 

come on denial, convince me not to break like twigs. 

come on, come on denial, wear your open smile tonight.

 
another turn and close my eyes again. 

fifty kilometers northeast, going a hundred million miles.
tonight, tonight i cry, i cry

 
the baseline takes me out, tear open my eyes and see for once more.
me — freezing in that kitchen, melting snow and spinning in wide circles, holding my own hand.
hey, hey dream machine, its time you win.