Yes, to step out of the doorway, with it pasted newspaper all over my arms & legs & face & so, everyone can read & know. Because, with me, they always can. Blinking-flinching-inside & out. It's interesting, and it's small & little in it's way. To keep hold of & protect (just not to smother) to burn & keep burning, and keep on playing & playing. That is the best & safest, secretest part, a stream of laughing and fingers, of skin and whispers.

Feeling: excited & stupid & so very tired
Listening to: licks
Pretending: it'll stay in the sky? no, i know that won't happen

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