Sleep in your hole, 
honey, set up shop
in the hardest parts 
of your heart

that dream of id - 
it sits in a hole in the wall
with you inside
more than a crack,
less than a reason to
leave. the climax 
hits the same way. soon this 
becomes the outer edge of a city’s promise
left behind.

you, paving as you go,
sore arms and
and ache and
a promise
every damn time.

if you get tired of it
down there, know
I’ve changed my mind.

come up, come up, come up
honey, that heart seems more shell
than anything these days doesn’t it.
what good has it done you. 
why exactly do you trust it so

crawl out of it
you won’t need
it where we’re going