(2014)
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
