If I ever fall apart,
leave my pieces on the floor.
For if you glue them together,
I won’t recognize myself anymore.
I don’t even pretend to make sense most of the times;
not to myself, not to the world, not to that scary porcupine.
I’m not kidding, he’s staring at me like a marble-searching, revenge-seeking-demented-mammal, oh gees he’s running right at –