hey mother! Russia is burning, and i think our neighbors have left. daddy is in the hallway shooting heroin. i want to cook for him, but his eyes are distant on the ceiling. he's trying to hook fish with his glare. guess what?
i was on a Broadway stage last night.

(in my head again, in the bedroom with the door closed) while you were on the phone crying

i saw myself spinning. (right off the stage)

i had that feeling again.... i think grandma is getting closer to walking glitz on deaths door. speaking of, i think you should know that you're going to be crawling on your knees, wishing god had taken you with him in a few months. blood will stain your hands from survival. but red has always been your color

don't worry though: i have my cross on and i'll be protected from sin. i think there's something better for us. i hope there is. i don't want to catch fire in this city. not now.