iodine and talcum powder the ladies room is always dimly lit you took a butter knife from off the table the poetry is only in your head a cut in life a fold beneath the label where the tongue tied future holds its breath let your body bend until it breaks apart a paper bag to slow your breathing down appeal to her the one you need protection from two enemies together bound as one i am all the voices in your head but you can say youre sorry for the things you never did i am the second thought that gets you in the end i am all the voices in your head 