The doll is sleeping
Why is this home so hard?
We run into the water
Lice in heaven
Ten o’clock—the class
The show is stopping
To tell us where to stop and eat and drink
It comes out to us
My pants are damp
Is tonight treating us
But not reaching through the window?
Baby sleeps
Sleeping on the cliff is dangerous
See how her heart moves
I stink and I know it
Screw you.
You’re right!
I did drink my milk like a mother of wolves
I love you
No one should be mean
They are
Like a flower, little light
You are open and we make believe
Always holding you—because I love you
And never stop
By Joe Ceravolo
The doll is sleeping Why is this home so hard? We run into the water Lice in heaven
Ten o’clock—the class The show is stopping To tell us where to stop and eat and drink It comes out to us My pants are damp Is tonight treating us But not reaching through the window?
Baby sleeps Sleeping on the cliff is dangerous See how her heart moves I stink and I know it Screw you. You’re right! I did drink my milk like a mother of wolves I love you No one should be mean They are Like a flower, little light You are open and we make believe Always holding you—because I love you And never stop