Nothing is mine. Well, maybe my car. My house. You
are not mine, and that is a squid in the chest kind of
squirming lovesickness. My self has decomposed so
seriously that I have replaced all of my organs with
sea life. That is difficult when you are thousands of miles
from the sea, but I made it happen, and yes, you can see
them with a flashlight, putting on their own dramas.