Cell phone shield in hand, the mirror-me peers into a shoddy, cracked up dream reflector-slash-protector as I make amends with my agitated mitochondria and attempt to drill miniscule holes into paper dolls without ripping them.
So screams the wall hanging! Banshees dance, falling into cyclical romances as cream colored microphones peek out around one-way windows wondering whether or not the smiles will hold. Eyes still, eyes wrinkles crinkling, spit spray sprinkling. Connect to the dreamers. Push your plug into my cracking wall sockets, pull me apart at the seams.
So sighs the statue! Broken walkie talkies feed red back to nothing and knick knack hoarders note the familiar festering of deadly bacteria in the lungs and on the tippy top of the tongue. Space cadets rocket through concrete jungles containing apartment after apartment after apartment filled with mannequins filled with sand filled with unevenly severed hands.
So speaks the ornament! So declares the dashboard decal! Sensual scholarly seekers seem so totally hip and read feminist poetry to dispel the myths and spit on the irony. I won't dare to flatter you with the focused attention of stone or allow the personable picture frame to make the secrets of the microscopic universe known.
So suggests the ship siren! So recites the repository! Empty yourself into me, adopt a new philosophy, abandon in within two weeks so I can see and you can seep, your fluttering robin heart to keep and glaciers to arrive upon a salty brown eternal sleep. Deliver me to the melting shopping mall! The centennial fire alarm goes off at the tip of the cliff, at the end of the hall.