I wish to take shelter in the ground up hues of your codeine grief, try to tidy the total wreck of your whiskey breath. I have gathered my things. I am a monster & a line away from telling you every last name of each of my ghosts. They are nothing like me. They never go astray. I was born to make men cry, so here I go. Joseph. Joseph. Joseph is the name of all the ghosts. I am desperate and devout. Let me drive you home.