amongst you lies a mad woman with a music box
hermetic to herself and her lover, but not to strangers.
my most famous oeuvre is in the swallowing puddles of rain
that make potholes around New York City,
each composed of 1 million tears
and nothing less.
i feel like every time i write a verse
i birth a monster
more indomitable than the last.
they'll applaud me for my honesty
i hope everything works out