I Will Only Say This 3 Times

I. Rectangular heart. Swift guesses– I am to die for you. First things are first. Next you know things I will be thanking you. Or else something– The quotidian love Will send me glory. The quotidian love Sends me haste. Spoken in risky form You’ve said nothing. Save for great Scathing footnotes and your deadbeat praise. Lies longer than the exhale you take when you breathe In your formulated smoke I hope I die of YOUR cancer So that you will have to live. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support