A light chalk settles on my skin and my eyes begin to wrinkle. The curl in my hair quits its circle and my freckles have lost their twinkle and my blink and my wink are let loose and I think I'll lie down now and count the seconds between a breath and a heartbeat. So let us stay then you and I for the veins and blisters have caught hold of our thighs and the bows we have tied have slumped to shoelaces and sighs that envelope three whole pulses. Let us stay, then with the wrinkles on our eyes and the sigh whose spit leaves a twinkle on the pillowcase. I can feel my inner elbow harden in the cold, so hurry now and count, two three one.