whatever it takes

i'll hold it between my thighs

like a football

slam it into chords, give it a melody

hum it into obscurity

invite the raccoons at the door

to come in and eat their fill

call the rains down

pass out for days

you'll find me

quiet

quiet and dependent

so you can love me at will

something has to love this

thing we call a life

you are often gone now

on mulitple errands

or to your bed to compose

happier dreams

downstairs is a dying woman

on a couch

nothing makes us sadder

than to talk about that

hiding from mirrors

swallowing clonazepam

whatever it takes

not to talk about it

whatever it takes
not to feel a thing