HAVE YOUR LIFE SUNG A CAPPELLA BY COWARDS

you had been so submissive     a feather in the hand of others

in mine you were a sought after egg     a colony of ribs

soft hair

upon the hair of hair

this first that is boasted     you had several     almost exclusively beginnings
virginities
lining up

to overtake virginities

                                                                        the weekend

rhodonite and plastic                                       it's fine with your dad

                                                                        and your mother too

for you i write vaults upon vaults

and see you break open at dawn
                                                              because snoring unto itself
will not expand you                                 because snoring unto itself
will not strengthen you beyond shame         or hold you
from holding back