the world is so beautiful and i have no place in it. every day there are birds and beetles and bodies off of buildings and they all fly and we take pictures of it. and skin smiles, and the group waits for the crosswalk to start talking, and the capillaries break, and we hold everyone in the world closer; and i drink from the plastic water bottle hidden in my pillows, and i slip out of the arms. i stand here a place-marker. let's say i **** myself. in all the perfect ways i know how, the train and the bridge and the car and the pictures. i'd steal little pieces from everyone and you would drag out the printer paper again, you would make room on the altar. the world is too beautiful for all of this, so here i stand, a monolith, here i stand, a neon billboard, i stand here a place-marker. please come visit me, yes take pictures of me yes take a look down the street see i'm still here. i'm still here! breathe that sigh of relief. my *****-end will dig further into the earth. my blood will not ***** the sidewalk, you can cross the street the light is green! my body will not wade under the bridge. the world puts on its swim-shorts.