we went out hunting
the field was made with her hair the sky of her skin
i pulled my nails off i sent them to you in the mail i used five stamps, they should come soon.
he waited for her, while we were out hunting
i made my body out of plastic that i found. drew on bruises, drew veins on so the blood could flow
it would be easy if,  you didn't struggle
sometimes i wonder if things would have been different if my father had loved me