in a piecemeal fashion

In a Piecemeal Fashion

He has made a mistake; but why doesn't he just get up?

His eyes are much older. Beneath his Zen-like tranquillity

what was I gonna do, call dad? I don't even know his

mother, whose husband never cared for her, who

is happening inside me and I don't know why

I still have blood pumping through my veins!

Is he fucking selling it by the milligram?

Turning it sideways and upside down as if

to get out of it by dragging me or my

long blonde hair back inside the case

got kicked out. Dad and I had this huge

spiderweb of girl's names, all interlinked with

doing this to Mommy's friends. Yes, he does.