welcome to the last time that you can buy my answer with less than a question i would sell the hands off my wrists if they weren t so preoccupied with taking the bread from your fingers and downing this cheap new year s wine that we call your blood and you can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed and you can wait for midnight but my lips are sealed in this garden i m waiting anxiously for my children to come and murder me in this crowded room staring nervously lovers lick at their lips and wait for the kiss i ve been sharpening my teeth for this moment and i ll stab with my lips but you ve already won is there no resolution well i ll call these rafters my gallows and strung up by day old party streamers in the back of my mind i can see the merlot dripping from your hands and feet