"why do you write?"
he stooped and grinned
and one could see his sickness

"I write to find you
because maybe i need to **** the snake before
the poison goes
or maybe
i don't know
maybe there's nothing left to do
and maybe the people watching us
will throw
pixel bits
or love-left-over
through space
and some of it might rain on us like dust
when we are sleeping
and that would give us a purpose
when we woke"

"Oh,
are you sure you're not trying
to get ******?"

and I wasn't