Your name sparks in me a tissy
Wondering if you miss me...as much as I miss you
And thinking of the damage three months can do
And the ways in which we've changed already
Then I realize-steady and steady...we get it.
So if the glove fits-take her
If not-rape her?
No, no, no
Clearly the only solution is in the stars
Neither of us even have cars, it's true
Love ran on brainwaves-
Not fossil fuels
What is to come? and what do we do?
One million miles of solitude-
Until a destination is reached
I should've told you long before you left the beach...
But time is not at my will
Possibly not even real
It's almost unbelievable how much attachment is growing
But unlike the eleventh finger from my wrist
This, my love, is not a cyst.
Well, I hope not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.