he didn't die for our sinnin, boy, he died for our linen. he spread the

feta and lightning. the crumbs of crackers of an easy love linger on the sheets. we spread the

sails of our battleships. leaving the harbor in different directions. we couldn't make a peace and we couldn't fuck our brains out. a wonder then, that our love child howls like a ghost. when you're lonely, i trust you nurse him as i do.

i miss lying in bed, eating cheese and crackers with you.