I sometimes think of Lazarus
when I feed the seven fishes
in my little pond, my sister
coming back to life, asking
how goldfish could live so long
I answer her, How the fuck should I know?
and she laughs at me
I sometimes think of Lazarus
when I feed the seven fishes
in my little pond, my sister
coming back to life, asking
how goldfish could live so long
I answer her, How the fuck should I know?
and she laughs at me