What do you mean,
Not for the weak of heart?
You can’t just say it, you’ve
Got to make me be brave
Make me want to stop
Make me look back uncertainly.
You’ve got to pull the rug out from
Under me, show me
That what I thought was true
Is not, what I took for granted
Can be taken. For nothing.
“Not for the weak of heart” my ass.
Your shit doesn’t look in the mirror and
become startled, you don’t frighten
yourself–you
Never have, you’re
No closer to knowing you
bolted the door to your flowing you
lock it up tight at night so you
won’t have to fight with your
weak heart to make art you
Warn us with your faint
fucking heart.
Hunger 