Testo Dirt Nap

I’ll pull marigolds for you to play at the rock show. Just like the pretty words around my neck, the constellations burned into your back back. You said, “Don’t anthropomorphize,” but I’m gonna do it do it til the day I die. You bring me the water I need when it’s dark dark baby so drunk we can’t see. I’ll feed you vitamins for the dirt in cat scratch on your knees. I’ll pull marigolds for you to use at the record store. I’ll pull marigolds for you to use as birth control. One. On the cusp on the cusp cusp. Two. In the wind in the wild wind. Three. Scratch for gold in the wood floor. Four. Peeled back like one two three four.