it's the eskimo blood in my veins.

a little room in a polite cave. I'll happily keep these things in my ears. please kindly get out of my face. im going to spit now. 

mirrors to keep myself company. kind faces always. an orchestra which i can hum along to. all of the things i love surrounding me. 

pebbles. pedals. pimentos.

wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait.  your patient constitution. repeat. deduct. 

hidden away in the belly of the great goblin, a stack of books. for every mistake, a mark upon your face. wash wash, it will only fade, forever scarred with these pits. hollowed out, limbs of wood and plastics. 

you are here to build. 

build a fortress made of paper. bound it up for your next meal. 

he said:  for every stitch, an inch. an inch an inch, you filthy snitch.

running from tree to tree, bounding across the canopy, catapulting the horizon, hovering just nearly out of sight. theyll never catch you.

a near escape, dear lovely.

oh that stupid organ. i hate the beats it makes. sounds like church. 

and where are you when i need you, my dear.

 where are you when ive stepped into a rabbits hole. a nest of termites chowing down? 

heart of hearts, one evening afternoon, my head exploded into a tiny parcels. tied in ribbons or silky weaves, woven around in your fumbling digits.

 braided and knotted. tightly nightly.

 brave giants hold their breaths.