sarasvati

you are sanskrit on my skin. peel me open til i am nothing but a whisper. name yourself sinner

i only play for pennies

and i don't play for sinners

i play for sadness. i play for dead things. pull the bones from their sockets

please be softer while you do it for i am fragile and vacant. sarasvati saw me to sleep. i rested my head against the knees

and the music i like rose up and down

like bobbing bodies in the river bend. and they say

mary