i am so full of love it's criminal
a faucet with a broken spout

I am everywhere; I'm a mess
I'm the locker room nosebleed that just won't stop
won't stay
won't coagulate
any jostle, any change
And it's just hours and hours
until you're dizzy and think about calling an ambulance.

I am the unhealed ribs of a boxer training his way out of foreclosure, one cough away from falling apart

I am the drunken tune, whistled in spurn, offkey 
and learned entirely by accident
no one seems to know the words

and I wouldn't have me anything better
and I'm not particularly sorry if you don't feel that way.