Lyrics
She keeps cucumbers for pets
her mind is already set
she’s got a room to let
where all her fuzzy critters are kept.
The boys all stare
with fish-oil eyes and
chocolate dark hair,
all the while
leaning forward for a smile.
she lives on pumpernickel
and other such breads
that her fancy tickles –
leaving crumbs upon the bed
a soft spot in his heart,
a hard place down below
horse before the cart
and hips that curve hello.
time and space
concentrated in one small space
sweet steam and hot oyster cream
changing swine to men.
To die
staring into her eyes.
The little death
that steals my breath.
