m.i.a.

lost somewhere
south west, an ass
full of balloons
full of buttons
seeing my life
through your eyes.

met a taco
salesman from the
Philippines. she
shook, while cooking
thick bitter tar,
and died that night.

found my share,
just desserts and
poisoned deserts,
a killers clause,
when you’re drowning,
i’m choking on sand.