You drilled a hole in my head this morning
fresh ground just barely
boiling you pressed
your forehead against
the mines, our minds
quarried
parece las piedras preciosas
con leche
and honey,
there’s nothing cliche about that
You drilled a hole in my head this morning
fresh ground just barely
boiling you pressed
your forehead against
the mines, our minds
quarried
parece las piedras preciosas
con leche
and honey,
there’s nothing cliche about that