why?:
your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
sending the tiny blood men
to every little limb that loves me.
your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
sending the tiny blood men
to every little place they can.
sending the tiny blood men
to flush another unfertilized egg.

and when you're gone, i nibble at your lip-space.
and when you're gone, i press for the wet pocket.
and when you're gone, all i find is air.
and if i swapped your pills for sugar...
if i changed your pills to sugar

andrew broder:
head first reverse ocean falling

why?:
your heart, the pump, a pop-up bubble,
sending the tiny blood men.