Something burning iridescent and wet

Clean and disinfect what memory is left

Angel hair, spaghetti, skeleton, ketchup, baby's breath

The long hot summer of sweat

Sickness and discontent

Made glorious autumn again

Made glorious golden biting burning autumn

When your tears of joy are the only holy water yet

And I could have sworn that I'd been here before and I was right

I locked myself alone in this toilet stall one night