Lips on my bastard with cherry ice hair
on a stranger
kissing the lips on my apathetic mistake, my apathetic lies.
 my lies
my lie, lie, lies
cold, broad shouldered lies through my teeth
needles stiff in my tendons are lurid like the lies that I tell.
you know better than to believe me
when I kiss the lips on a bastard
talking with bad breath swirling around jaw bones
and stealing money
but you know better.