London
What it feels to fall in to the poolThe hard shell bugs bite my forearmMy right index fingernail chewed to the quickMy cervix is a long oneMy sprinklers go off at 6pm each dayAnd sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitorsMy pimples are goosehairs all over my legsMy brow is furrowed and my vision is blurredAnd how I do love LondonAnd how I do love London
The birds make guttural sounds and protect meMy friends come to visit and love me a lotI don't have the energy to fill thisI am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flightAnd how I do love LondonAnd how I do love London
I am intrigued by the boy with songssometimes they write sometimes they write notThe steam will smell of eucalyptus in the showerThe hug will feel forced upon you, inconsolable thingAnd how I do love LondonAnd how I do love London
Deep breaths will not make my brain stand stillTo be loved and swallowed are single and depravedI love speaking French to the taxi driversWe slept and were cold on the train out of FranceAnd how I do love LondonAnd how I do love London