| Sad Diamonds |
|---|
| Sit friend, weak beauty |
| With your sad diamonds and singing mother |
| There’s death on your bed |
| But you’re the only you that I know |
| And don’t worry those like him dream |
| Diamond ugly and hair like a forest |
| And he’ll swim |
| And shake the chocolate and rust from his skin |
| Just tell him to leave |
| Don’t let him win |
| And you make songcakes under your breath |
| (muttering mad, and mean) |
| On a black iron bed with rosy skin and TV frantic |
| You’re the only you that I know |
| Like a girl with a part in a play, like life |
| Like the size of your skin: beautiful friend |
| Cause those like him play, dripping with honey |
| His language is water… |
| And you’ll swim |
| And shake the chocolate and rust from your skin |
| Just tell him to leave |
| Don’t let him win |
