amongst you lies a mad woman with a music box

hermetic to herself and her lover, but not to strangers. 

my most famous oeuvre is in the swallowing puddles of rain 

that make potholes around New York City,

each composed of 1 million tears

and nothing less.

i feel like every time i write a verse

i birth a monster

more indomitable than the last.

they'll applaud me for my honesty

i hope everything works out