That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastel Summer 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 shitty Shake grass I told you I couldn't see it A monument of pills, Grocery lists, telephone bills, Pamphlets & dollar Store trinkets - Preservation But if that was how you put It, and if you ever willed it, I would embroider you In disaffected kisses, in Bleach reticent sunsets, Soldered animal glue A hand too heavy to hold Lips that won't Do what they're told How do we ever begin it? How do we grow old?