BOUGHT MY TICKET WITH MY TEARS AND THAT'S ALL I'M GONNA SPEND
My eyes are closing I don't know why
I'm lying on the floor again
Girls looking up at my boy with a sigh
Children squeaking in defense
Their spit is liquor
I'm lying on the floor again
Listening and getting sicker
He's twisting out a song it's
Spattering over my body
What an old record I
Never asked to hear
What and old doll how does
Her face stay so free of cracks?
I sit there looking like the ghost of a small, perpetually lost animal, thinking, "Man." Cement, little dots in my skin. I look up and see a shotting star. And I'm not describing a single episode, I'm talking about all the time. Stars shoot for me. That is totally what I'm trying to say.
AN INTERVIEW
"MURDER IN THE MEWS"

Mr. Quincy: I have heard that you are staring in a new movie with Al Pacino and Samuel L. Jackson.
Kaylyssa Mews: That is not true.
MQ: It must have been hard, growing up with a comedian father!
KM: I got to travel a lot.
MQ: Do you like to travel?
KM: Yes I like the smell of hotels.
MQ: How does it feel to be the daughter of a Mormon and an ex-Catholic!
KM: It feels alright.
MQ: Do you and your parents get along?
KM: Yes.
MQ: Why did you drop out of high school?
KM: It was a burning urge like throw up in the back of my throat. Maybe I felt better afterwards but if I had to do it over, I'd hold that shit in.
MQ: Really?
KM: Well I don't know. I've learned a lot in mock-adulthood.
MQ: Well thank you for your time.
KM: Please, help yourself.
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