“who has no shadow has no will to live”
—the oa

you look unexceptional when you’re happy
and when your heels are hot
and lurid

what is in a gaze
that leaves me uninspired

well the mood is balmy and unassuming, 
don’t think twice
you are hot on the heels
of someone wonderful
ripe for the crude convenience of 
compassion in the afternoon 
slinging against your will your sense 
of self
blighted over the planks

come clean because it will be easier
for you
if you can afford what you deserve
a slipping glance on the pier

darling don your silk
you should be allowed to live
against your will 
thinking twice
hot on the heels
of some elegy
swift like me
and willing

x bren