ASMR??

someone ugly sat on a wall, and luckily they had a great fall. someone with gracefully wind-swept hair luckily happened not to be there. milk and moschata and melon and mine: everything comes back to nursery rhymes. bottles on beaches and breakfast in bed; i wonder if you’ve made me sick in the head. coffee and colors and cricket team captains and drunk driving and drinking from water fountains and picking up paces and placing the plates in their perfect positions without any pointers and flowers and tissues and four daddy issues and airports and turbulence and my impermanence talismans i throw away when i’ve had a bad day and the songs that my sister would sing: twinkling stars turned into smoke-hazed bars and my mama did not buy me that diamond ring.

the wheels on the bus are revolving around the idea that i have to stay in this town, and i hate it. i see a river and i take off my shoes and i had a sandwich but you ate it. i’m up in the air and your seat is across the aisle and the two inches of blessed distance make me smile.

and i understand why the cradle was put in a tree at the right height to fall from the breeze.

and i know that the child in the cradle was me.

and i cover my ears and i sing and i sing row row row your boat and please please stay inside - merrily warily merrily wearily what’s it like to die?