[03] Unkind April

You left me and I had nothing to hold I have only vomited pain to bathroom I am here and you are there at home I had nothing to do or say to anything You may need but still I demand you Kindly pour me baby as an ice-cream I have lost my brain and soul in April I can not sleep sound during nights Just a finger which I could not drink I have kept that desire into chest-drawer With my Elizabeth Arden after flatten But in this non-aromatic crack of dawn A sharp kitchen knife became equipped On my breakfast table to sliver musing ‘No' have sprouted from zero to bloom Infeasibility— April is unkind like you