If you're going down
You'll be going down without me
Because we'll be in fat heaven, eating and pleased
Unceremoniously
Tossing my favorite hoodie
Into a Texas dumpster
With a whole bowl of chocolate hearts
On the table next to where I slept last night
Even the bees give us honey
But then the ants come marching in
The air in that place made old tattoos scab
Like they were fresh as ones put on this morning
If I pretend
To like those books again
Put me in Doddridge County
With a ribbon in my hair
