Blood Perfect

Baby,

I’ll tell you cement when you want sand.
And those crooked lines, I’ll make straight

and line up that whole path to direct you to me.
You are from the shrillery but you are living in my arteries.

Town

Free is what I find because it is what I have created for myself.
It is good. For both of us.

Downtown, along the street veins,
I could cell,
salt

to heal your wounds.
And uptown, you’d be okay to create and find yourself.
It is good. For both of us.
And for a little while, you will.

And then, meeting center town

will blow our drawn mustaches off.