from 'mirror drawings' by kid sam

the morning after the party
you were drying your long, wet hair
you drew a heart around your body
in the mist on the mirror

I called Tyler.The phone rang in Tyler's rented house on Paper Street.Oh, Tyler, please deliver me.And the phone rang.The doorman leaned into my shoulder and said, "A lot of young people don't know what they really want."Oh, Tyler, please rescue me.And the phone rang."Young people, they think they want the whole world."Deliver me from Swedish furniture.Deliver me from clever art.And the phone rang and Tyler answered."If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."May I never be complete.May I never be content.May I never be perfect.Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.