"Detox"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Circumlocution
Just a parlor game in a kissing chair
Anything
to make me sigh
You never really changed
You never really
tried to detox
A constellation of zits
And a snail trail of
snot
I'm losing patience with this
Hoping that you're not
an asshole
Echo location
I owned those ugly streets and that
ugly man
By walking all over them
By being other than
I never really tried to detox
A dire harbinger
Fire
engine red
What holds your will together?
Fear or just a killer's
fear of death?
Self-immolation
Just a parlor game in a kissing
chair
Anything to make me laugh
