by Hannah Frank | HannahFrankMusic.com
The paint swirls in blue and red
the face I made is upside my own head
the black lines of the charcoal flesh
become the hair
become the mess
my neck doesn't look like his
my mind doesn't float
I am going to sand the edges of the board They are so full of splinters sharp and like a rose's stem I am going to touch the smooth part...