Ad Libitum

Paint me whole world. Find the one cloud left in my spite tres bon.
too good… As in what Katherine Hepburn’s voice sounded while she
spoke of Abe Lincoln Yes, true, I lied—— that kind of beauty– a
hammer to the heart. Yes, true, I cried—– let’s play chess on the
stars! they’re so close in the milky way we can each have our own
let us go. Let us leave move your knight wear your cake-cracked
ballet shoes pitched so black 90 miles per hour I am outside of the
lines near that fire escape where I begged you to save me. You
refused touch. You refused touch for so long I don’t even know what
science feels like anymore. Something about me having actual power.
Something about crumble. Something about my power, but BABY—– WHAT
is more alive than a million little pieces?