I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion's mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am transparent. Denied, segregate from the obvious. Drunk and despairing--sick. "I loved a girl I'll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving".