You're an image
A line on my kitchen table
I've told all my friends about you
About how you stroke my hair and kissed my forehead like no one else
I've never even met you

You are what I wish you were
For how long does a photograph last
How compassionate are they
And do they really kiss you on the forehead

I'm blindfolded by something
I snort my kitchen table clean and listen to poetry
I'm dizzy and completely irresistible
When I wake up I've been drowned

There's nothing but myself in a pool of nose blood
And all I want to do is to pick flowers from the backyard
Put them in a vase and decorate my room
You're welcome anytime