Austin:
On the way to Austin they smoked their cigarettes and you held me in your arms as we talked of stars stepping out of the box- and I knew that I was in love with you. You may never really understand but I could crawl inside of you and make a home. Because as cold as I get, you always melt the snow on my shoulders- and make fires in me that I never thought could be built. You show me things that frozen eyes could never see. Ice in their sockets. And you ask me if I like Austin...yes, I do.