it's 11:45 pm and you're sitting on your bed your newly cut hair pulled back and your first experience with fringe occasionally dancing over your eyelids the sounds of a tv and your mother teaching herself the clarinet make it hard to concentrate on the thoughts in your head but your inner organs tell you all you need to know your stomach flutters with a thousand monarchs your heart soars and your knees are weak and you're not sure how you're going to recover but that's okay because maybe you don't want to