I am not often off-kilter. but you're so silent, even naked, and almost absent. I hush too, why are we here. go. want to throw things, you, the clock, break windows until something bleeds and you finally scream. I tell you too much; we are not those people. or nothing--maybe I say utilitarian fuck. how would that be. I want you to want to fall in love with me and that's unhealthy. wrong. leave your shoes by the door and pretend it's about the movie. it's love in the movies it's casablanca and toy story and water no ice come here. pockets need to be untucked, drawers thrown open, nobody's safe. there, I've said it: someone I was could have loved you.

i read, i write, i sing, i bite my nails.

if i make it to heaven, i may be as bloody as hell.

how can we breathe if we're too afraid to ask?

We are the robots Doo, do do doop