liv grace

that outlaw idea of border snitches

over extract my thighs

i lie here like calistoga

looking for heroin needles in the clouds

i learned to administer narcon

the first week i moved here

i think calistoga might be burning this week

so i have the air filters on

and im thinking of cigarettes and 2000 & 9

like i always do

i wonder if i left the east coast just so i could miss it

just so i could remember to be sad

when complicated people

from back home die

i hate my father like

the man he is

a cold bastard

a man of the world

in his death he leaves me

a house a mess and a body

with no love

i can see the smoke on the mountains