erratic harpy wanderings again.

used to write him letters
used to sing him silently to
sleep
under the breath
beneath the breast
he never made any sound
when i said so

and i used to say it all the time
every morning, every day
"feed you 'cause i need you,
i pray to the gods i can keep you."

and i am a very wrong little one.

oh
well.

take
throwing muses (kristin wrote this one, i think; it seems like it...)

i think i could like you
if you let me drive your car
i think i might want you
if you let me drive real far
i won't steal your keys
i won't try to be mean
plus it
might
break you

break you, that might save you
i pray to the god who made you

i wouldn't break it
couldn't take what isn't mine
'cause i like you
and i know it isn't right
just go about your business
and pretend that i'm your wife
plus i could feed you

feed you 'cause i need you
i pray to the gods i can please you

i hold a fistful of money
drag me down i reel you in
if you don't think i'm pretty
i understand
just don't think you won't die
by a woman's hand
plus i might hurt you

hurt you, desert you
i pray to the gods i can burn you

take to the road
take me with you
take to the road
take me with you

bring me, this thing me
i pray to the gods you can change me

take to the road
take me with you
take to the road
take me with you