"I wish my brain was a more efficient food processor!" cries the wide-eyed boy, arranging play-doh on a platter.
I wish he'd lick the salt off my toes.
I am the aching in all of my joints. I have no 'where' to go but anywhere.
Please, let me go. Please, let me in. Please, let me let you let me in. Oh please - don't ever let me let you let go of me again.
The pieces are assembled, but the puzzle never quits. It wants to shatter
A huge mouth in space drags deep the destruction of its rippled birthing. Velocity swings hips, to display our treasured variables. Soft-served in glittering whirlwind, I feel the needles underneath me before I touch the ground.*
I'm carrying the mallet, but my movements pool before I can release them. I'm melting, without a trace