diametra

diametra, i wink for the less fortunate.
won't be formative but reserved: built on
the pretense that we are meant to be observed.
i can't handle your existence as leverage, i
call for the car, winning is breathing for me.
i'm against you and your teeth, intimacy teeth
fall sort upon the heavy security man, men who you
look back at me while possessing woman.
they each line up to become your spine
while hair grows on us everywhere. speak:
evidence to proof like cheese to mouse and
i am to hear you calling: pick me, mother
"won't you hold onto me in public?" resource
in the form of crossed fingers, shaken hands
in the way of the introduction that clogged up little
fragile, running on her voltage of not sure & what else