Map of the Things You Forgot

Taste/mine endless pennies
flow out of your mouth

like this shit just got real
you are a baby/lake have no voice

see all I’ve said see yourself/another
woman to worry/dream a love

every moment participates in this mess

lay your body/tracks you are a distance
many arms and you might as well

remember the mystery/light when you were
new you can learn the body

again you can get wasted
like a language the desert is also a distance

between you is a distance in itself

and it is so fucking hot, babe/baby bent hard
as if night were not the train/bridge you took to get here.