That night he hurt you bad
In that green, pastelsummer dress
You'd die alone with the land
A hollow head in its hands
But everybody does that
But with particular scorn,in polyurethane form,freeze dried, stuff to the brim- 
Preservation
Hide in our hideous masks
Your daddy's shittyshake grass
I told you 
I couldn't see it
A monument of pills,grocery lists, telephone bills,pamphlets & dollarstore trinkets- 
Preservation
But if that was how you putit, and if you ever willed it,
I would embroider you
In disaffected kisses, inbleach reticent sunsets,soldered animal glue
A hand too heavy to hold
Lips that won'tdo what they're told
How do we ever begin it?
How do we grow old?