i broke my nose in burrel, i must have
sky-dived from my bed, while i was
vomiting up moon-shine and bread,
the blood and vomit stained the
floor in the morning. There, a
testament to my arrival, to my
descent. clearly, even now, though
reset, my nose is crooked, has
always been, deviated septum,
the upper bone of it points left,
or right if you're look right
at
me