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.