Kara

Don't talk to me and pause, pretend at an interesting life, we've heard all your tales before, but she's your daughter, sea ports and rivers don't lie, say you lived when you walked, waved ta ra, she writhed and kicked inside, what you wrote was rotten, then a missive suddenly appears, from somewhere off your spies, Kobe, Manilla, Tangiers, left as a reminder, a taste, you forgot as she cried, sailing out from every place, sometimes we dance alive, bottles no longer tether our why. wonder what else you'll try, we'll live before we die.