Mandala in Reverse

Well I’ve been down on the lathe
I carved myself in frame
And I memorized clever things to say from a tarot deck
And your reading list
I was so impressed

And I asked about your cat
As I’m enraptured by your cheekbones
And the way you are so self-possessed
I’m no good at this

But in your sanskrit eyes
I am wrapped in white
And laid in the earth
With a rosary in my hands

What are these yokes even worth if I’m shouldering my half with a ghost?

Well, I am a crow in mourning:
Broke down, stiff, and taking the winter drugs I take to not hate myself
It isn’t going well
But you? You’re something else

You are sand in my fist
You are snow in my mouth
But religion’s a bitch and my mother prays with instant results

I don’t want to wake the neighbors through these thin walls