Peeling off layers of my skin, it unveils

Asymmetrical structure

Utilitarianism has never guided me, for better or for worse

Love is a social construct

Atypical — that’s you for me — I somehow only had recourse to my childish provocation, but you’re a child too!

Regret has been a raging flame, hard to smother

Mother’s death only detoured that path of longing

Sex is the axis around which life turns — I couldn’t agree more

(Tomintoul turns out to be the spirit to nurture this verse)

Running is your specialty, for better or for worse

Off to an island that doesn’t have a pulse (but a reassuring emblem — a protective shelter, a motherly figure, a kind of union — could just do)

Never would I ever believe I could be, um, one day haunted by tattoos

Generally speaking — you’re wrong (and the Horse and the Rider…who is riding who?)