Shake it up.
Step it up.
(*) The Only Magic Left is Art: Even Our Deaths
Baby we are such
beautiful thievesI am smitten
by the purity of our
killers’ heartsour remorselessness
and gracebut if there’s one thing
the world hates
it’s a beauty
it can’t possessjealousy’s a lesser art
but relentless
just the sameand life has…



