Kristin Hersh Glass
is this witchy? my thoughts are cloudy this is weird: my mind is clear
in this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity you're very clean
i give up
is this hunger? i can't remember this is strange: we're just the same
in this insatiable, unstable subspecies you're very sweet
i give up
flies woke up, confused sprung to life and spring all here and everything
sleeping on the kitchen couch sun everywhere you're very clear
i give up
why put the light on? why put the light at all?
