Doves
Hot flowers just under my skin hack into rollovers
moving across childrens’ sleeping faces I grit my teeth
I swallow all the fucked-up shit you tell me to
Walking out to the car a narrow iced pass ensues
and you don’t know where to put your feet
I saw it on the history channel how those orchids
filling pompei burst slickly into light when mountains
cry Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat
We who live in heaven must crush ourselves on earth
turns into spring their drive sick with cherished flames