Love as Contraband.
Seize it.
If it were for me to hold,
you would know my birthday,
spin me like a lottery ticket
Take these iridescent slippers, my story has no evil,
fermented er otherwise
They say he smuggles in himself for sumn good
They say he hopped a fence in Jamaica and they shaved his head bald, and brighter than it had been
And I didn’t know why,…
