we’re beta refugees playing rabbit roulette
on an insula island in some cerebral cortex
the day my grandmother turned to smoke
the white rabbits sat on the long wet grass
white rivers of paper insulin dependencies
territorial misgivings siblings incinerations
don’t let this be our last conversation mate
you’ll be heavy inside that casket i can tell
i don’t want to bury your memories sisters
start up those sirens & move out of discord
one cheap chord on a two dollar guitar was
all it took & then niagara falls i won’t forget
the weir was empty but i was full of wrong
numbers adding up & her cheeks were wet