Perdiak

Swoon like a net swaying in the air
Slip-sliding down a hole
Knots in our hair, brush me harder
Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down
You're a pomegranate, you're sweet
You race over fresh water
Can I blot you out like ink on paper?
Will I always follow you around?
I catch the fly in my palm
Cold starts to burn, dropping it down
Can't learn, can't learn, I can't learn;
Clothes line suicide