After four days you'll turn pumpkin. Your horoscope says the ball
approaches your horoscope says milk-fed. After four days I'll start
poking. Who is the prince? Tell me something secret every hour.
Dress me up tell me something in my mouth to keep me quiet. I
don't want you to fatten turn orange & safe. No one could carve
eyes like your eyes no one else sees the place we might settle the
silt bottom the water around us brown and still. Your horoscope
says I didn't eat the fishes I won't eat the pie. I keep my teeth for
you. He calls on the weekends just like predicted. He's not afraid
of biding. Here are the four broken dishes here the dead fur. His
pin teeth at my ear. In the night when the birds start & the sky
turns grey I want to slice you throw the pieces from a moving
vehicle. In the night when the birds start I can't tell you make the
heart again again turn it in your hand. Your horoscope says where
to put it. Your horoscope says everything is glass.