if I shrank my dreams in half then they might fit inside my body.
my masterplans cover my floor and my fantasies hang out in my rearview window.
if my fingers knew how to be musical then they wouldn't ever lay down to sleep with me.
the belly that hang on this cage ripples with every beat of its lark.
lovers would be knocking down my door if they could hear the song I have in store
for them.