I hate watching you read comics,
Or talk about science since 6th grade gives
The ultimate attention to detail, a tale of observation.
Qualitative analysis:

I duck down. Beneath the coffee table, rallying my prayers in my rolling thumbs that the sirens stop, and I too won't be spotted by the *****.

I emphasize spotted. I have the rashes again.

Even your Chinese scarves I pretended to really love,
And especially when I took your throat from behind into a thousand kisses-
I can remember the beer song exploding; I really hated that one.

But at the airport,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!
Backseat of the car.
My hands fiddling the tears in your destroyed  l-9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999­99999999999999999999999

nothing but trouble. human figure on a string