From The Academy Awarded the Feature;
(From) Programmed to proceed(ure)

Face in
hands
me
the glass pipe
t(w)o(o) broke
last winter
i sold
my guitar
is my life
really
blows
to my head
gradually
clearing
my throat
closes

her door
cracked me in
my mouth
was too dry,

like your hands were
that winter you washed dishes;
fingertips all cracked.
i said i didn't care,
but
i wouldn't let you touch me..