The gravity here is just sick for revenge. It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . .. The sky seems so low,. It hasn't moved this slow. Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain.
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand. And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand. When I felt the light I was worse than bored. I stole the doctor's scalpel and I slit the cord.