Usually about an hour long in the night
my arms hang frail on the wheel
and I'm fine with it.
It's always after a little death
has occured- going either
with a hush or with a scream- so I'm vulnerable
to your charm and the way you get the streetlights on
the highway to play along
This whole production is flattering, but I'm at the
point of telling people to stop touching me because
this constant eventuality feels too fantastic on the
Don't do the seduction thing.
I can't handle all your erratic emotions- the stars and their sinew, those big sighs and that damn expression.
You look like a classic film actress.
You cry like her too.