- jdettmann
i carry your snot with me (i carry it in my bag)
i carry your snot with me (i carry it in my bag) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my snotfaced dear; and whatever is blown into a tissue goes only in my bag, my darling) i fear there are no bins (for I am your bin, my sweet) I want to not litter (for beautiful this is our world, my true) and it’s i am where you have always put your snot and wherever your snot will always go is me here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is a scrunched up dirty tissue and sometimes even a clean tissue and here in my bag; which is filthier than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that keeps sticking to my hand I carry your snot (i carry it in my bag)