yes i'm too skinny dear
eating time is weightless
in my sleep i float over
to your house of wires
winter profile
leechee eyes
hair crown wild
i am something like a transparent astronaut
i can barely hear the space heater hissing
we would start kissing
------>here
here<---------
-------------->and here
if it weren't for my
nasa fish bowl head
my conflict with gravity
my american flag tattoo
shiney shiney red white blue
white blue blue blue
normally you would start pacing
tell me right now what to do
resume
call backs
give your name
stay on track
but i'm a satellite
just out of your sight
something that warps the light
makes your heard turn
ever so. . . . .
