No seconds by Henry Hargreaves.
Recreated photographs of last meals.
I guess if I were a better man
I would cross all the useless miles
from here to wherever it is you are
and it wouldn’t matter
what you were doing or who you were
doing it with
I would find you and I would tear
my dumb heart from my dumb
chest and I would place it…
where the fuck is she i am like balls deep in aliens right now