Sarah

Don't say I’m late, that love doesn't exist, put on your skates, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, I’m not afraid, someone says give me change, who is paying this, it'd be a cheek to say, spin on your plate, he wants to see my tits, creepy by the door frame, working in this place, is like a launderette, spinning out my fate, a little smile migrates, with all the other misfits, who’ve never seen a wage, such times of little grace, when you figure it, makes me wear a face, if something’s missing,