Sloppy weaving

of intrigues 

a disgrace to word

Immature love

your broken heart

puppy eyes

Will you grow now?

You got McMurtry Spéirling

on your mid-life mind

I go from Durga to Kali

in under 1 second

I never picked

an easy way

But to use my own

child

to expose my lack

of self-love, Universe,

это - подстава 

With every matcha sip

I tickle myself on the

kitchen cabinet

So present, content

and on the right path 

I've fallen into life

He played me a song

on his guitar 

I cried

But it wasn't the guitar

I had bought him

and the love -

it's already gone