after the

e a s t c o a s t

once again my foot goes in,

sleeping in kettles and silence.

i believe you, i really do, and 

i can see how my bells chime constantly.

the ringing gives you headaches.

i'm sorry. i am rain. i am a stream

of pleading. i've broken us like white

china on the floorboards.

please don't leave me

please don't leave me.