I feel like there was a time in my life when I tried to get into Lana Del Rey but (maybe that was Bat for Lashes?)

Anyways this thing just goes round and round in  my head.

round and round and round…
—
you know usually
I can forget men,
I can forget them
fast, express-mailed
amnesia, neither snow nor
sleet

for every natural disaster that
began with a sunrise
there is a deep calm where I
keep myself
after

spidercaught in my headweb

you are either better
than the rest, or far, far
worse.