i know the way inside my heart nbut nothing seems to get that far nI’ve spent my life down on my back nIt falls asleep, it pops and cracks nAnd when the sun comes up again nMy body dries and shrivels nThen some nice man is over me nSo I throw up and giggle nnthere was a time when i was blank and see-through nbut never white as snow njust made of rippled glass ni thought that it was sealed, but now i know nin goes a tiny seed that splits open with rotten spice and sage nand then the numbness is consuming me njust like a sweeping plague nnmy soul is cheap, lay on top of me nnI peel myself up off the floor nSay “I can’t do this anymore” nBut then my soul has run away nSo I lay down another day