The Pump

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.