she keeps singing ‘love shack’ by the b-52s these final few days in the fairy trap fuck shack out back in flower garden lane. bees buzz. we nuzz. times fuzz. tired of doing, almost done.
kathy says spiders fall to float. they fall to catch the other side. they fail, they climb back up, fall again. says we’re falling to float. we fall, float, bound unknown from known. she’s my me back baby. my film noir leading lady. we’re falling from the grid.