Sorting out your endless identities / Jesus, your identities
We are going to the post office and buying forever stamps / and placing them on our lips.
my daydreams became a foretaste / and a first delight
The photograph is of her, heavily pregnant in the front seat of a U-haul
Many low and soft amplitudes / Make up the parts of things that people wonder about
am I complete / or incomplete / at times I forget