Healthier Folk - Palehound

Too stoned, taking antibiotics

I feel my infections

Wrestle in my bones

Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half pipe

I only feel half-right

Around healthier folk

But oh, why don’t hold me?

They just

Cradle me like a homesick child

And my wide eyes are a reflex

That keep me

Stained and young inside this mild home

Oh

Drizzle honey on my open salt wound

Mom said, use a harpoon

If I ever need a meal

Mouth ajar, watching cuties hunt for supper

I’ll just down an upper

My almost-voice congealed

But oh, why do they tease me?

They just

Dangle me over promised piles

And my wide eyes are a reflex

That keep them

Stained and young inside this mild home

Oh