you're welcome.

I am guilty
of being entirely incapable
of feeling guilty.
I am not like them.
the gray souls
draped in diamonds
lit with the intentions
of dead thinking
and filling imaginary voids
and perhaps when my hands
are bleeding and thin
I will hang my head
and hang the girl
who is entirely incapable
of all that glue
and all those words
claiming to be worth saving
like gold
and burning
when the heart waves while in pieces.
but I am entirely incapable
of beating faster than I run.
and some of me is immortal
and it refuses to let me alone.
I just want to
in chalk-cocaine draw the line
and define "entirely faithful."
Entirely incapable
and guilty until proven innocent,
I just want to
fuck in my new shoes
and sleep away the sun.