JUNE

I washed myself with hands that were not mine
I washed myself with a shit-made soap

My name is June
And I’m doing fine
But people call me March

I want to make the same noise as a running horse
I want to hear the same noise as a landing plane

My name is June
And I’m doing fine
But people call me March

I’m being down
On a stone
I gave you a book
You burnt it down
Reading lines
I could save

I try to look
At what will be my grave