do you want to hear it?

I think that I'm going to cry soon

until I explode and you'll all see

for a second

how much I feel

because it looks like a flock of seagulls

on fire

without pain

or it looks like almost nothing

except

December rain, tapping

at any windowpane

freezing before it even hits

the

glass,

and she said,

I don't know myself from

anybody else.

nothing

amounts to the air that surrounds us in

summer

some are strange

you know, those things you have

those, feelings

feel things loosening and hear them

tearing apart, a

terrifying game of

tug-o-war, the

rugged jeans he wore will

shape your future lover just as

they shaped his

ass pin the tail

because it's your birthday party and

we love you, oh

we loved you

then

remember if you can

forget if you can.

in turning belly aches into radiation, babe

and the last thing I heard

it was

no, I'm sorry, I cannot help you

there is no way that I can

help you

magnified like a missing wallet when you're late

already and disappointing because it was

your fault,

really, for

not being as impressive as was necessary-

lonely little owl,

the grey kitten left in a

cardboard box, NY

you-

mean a lot to me, I promise

but

I am in love with somebody, honestly

haunting how a part of me now is a

part of you

isn't it?

and my intentions

were not to take away

as I intended not to walk

away, so fast

rapid feet on concrete heading

past Brighton and its

1400s.