I'm beat, beet red (something Rivers said)
I thought older meant softer and slower-- but now I think that's just on the outside Now I think it's much more violent and much much faster I think it's carved out deeper I think a shiver or a goosebump when you're older is a roaring earthquake I think flailing limbs aren't emphatic enough And a scream isn't loud enough And strong legs can't take you far enough I always thought it was dishonest, keeping things in I couldn't imagine that there are things you can't let out But never mind all of that. Because all he wants to do is fuck me And I can count on one hand the men I've met who aren't fundamentally rapey gits. |