Skinvelope from Yoko Heavy by The Pineapple Army

Cut your finger and sign the dotted line
Cut your throat and start your new life as a mailbox
Constantly lost in translation, made up of bills, highly combustible
Rust while the hands spin
Dust cakes on old grins
No one ever wins, just put off losing.

So you bandage your diary and buy some new pens.
You write only one thing, that you never want to see me again
And then you drop it off in the nearest mailbox
And then you burn down the post office.
You’re writing lists of people to kill, poetry to tear up, sand dunes to fill.

Your knuckles taste like skin and concrete.
I’m putting some more pressure on me
By taking off all this extra skin and replacing it with yours.

They say that I’m nervous.
Of course I’m so nervous.
I don’t like candles behind me. I think they’re stupid
Because when I get ideas my whole head goes up in flames
Like that’s my best allusion to America’s confusion.
My tried and true solution?
I should move into an institution.

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