Harloe

Hey, Minke, You're So Fine

Harloe
Cut out your eyes,
Like the slits in your jeans.
May your bodies sink
As fast as your dreams.

Because guns and knives are overplayed,
And backyard burial is so cliche.
I want to take you out on stage,
And let the whole town see your face.

Try me.
Your bones won't make it home.