They Were Tricky, Those Demons. Could They

All This Hoping For Nothing-or Someone-that's Maybe Hopeless

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.

In A Field, I Am The Absence Of Field. In A Crowd, I Am The Absence Of Crowd. In A Dream, I Am The Absence Of Dream. But I Don't Want To Live As An Absence. I Move To Keep Things Whole. Because Sometimes I Feel Drunk On Positivity. Sometimes I Feel Amazement At The Tangle Of Words And Lives, And I Want To Be A Part Of That Tangle.

I Mean, I Think I Am Basically A Cool Girl, But I Am Also A Pain In The Ass.

I'm Thinking I Would Like To Dance In The Rain With This Person. I Would Like To Lie Next To Him In The Dark And Watch Him Breathe And Watch Him Sleep And Wonder What He's Dreaming About And Not Get An Inferiority Complex If The Dreams Aren't About Me.