Look Here

I don't think I'm going to blame myself for this one.
If you feel better now I'm not going to take it from you.

But just remember how tiny we are and how infinitely solitary we are and remember that I am here with you and I could be a part of your aloneness if you'd just let me witness and protect you in all that you do because I love you dearly and I think I always will as long as I am capable of loving.


The heat is crawling through the fog and peeling off all of my clothes and I'm always naked on the subway and I'm naked in the park and I'm naked while I'm walking down the sidewalk and I'm sweating the dirt out of my body and leaving little puddles of mud everywhere I go.
And I've never felt more yellow and green I'm a wilted something.

The heat is creeping up the sides of this building and we decided to open the windows and I want to scream no no keep everything out keep it all out it's okay I'm fine with the stale air where do you think it will all go after it is done with us? It's just going to sink further in and lay underneath our beds and grab our ankles when we are trying to sleep.

Just one long arm leaning over the side of the bed could spell doom for us all so shut the fucking window.

There are four wine glasses on this table and one bottle and one CD and one phone and I'm waiting for one of them to ring guess which one? Every time I'm displaced I'm missing something but nothing happens simultaneously unless we can all agree that they did right in front of our little faces and what does it matter anyway when I'm standing in the heat and the windows can only open about four inches just in case we are possessed to throw anything including our bodies outward.