I’m into you like moons. I’m sorry. That’s not what you want to hear. I’m into you like how my shoulders make waves. There is a river tearing down from my neck. I think maybe you think that you are inside of me like a second burden. No, but see, I have so many souls all taped to my gutters, to my insides. I think that’s why I’m always holding doors open for strangers.
I went to my father like clay. He melted my hands and told me not to worry and told me not to snow.
I’m always so very strangerly. Especially with people on subways. We’ve been on a subway together once. In fifty years we will be on a subway together again but it will be by accident like when you bruise your temples on the corner of the bathroom sink.
I’m mostly singing a lot mostly because it makes my throat disappear mostly because all of the windows are breaking anyway so what does it matter. Windows breaking from some storm. The snow is supposed to last for five days.
Hello, father, I have disobeyed you. Look I am falling to the ground, look I can’t get up, how exciting.