"yours is an indulgence,
a noise i can't deny.
don't you see that
when i feel too grown up,
when all there is
is hollow and empty
i press once, twice,
and turn up the brilliance.
oooh,the sound of your noise.
a screech in release,
it's a delicacy on its own.
because...[in a whisper]
your words ...
they flood and understand me."
i'm a busy bee. sorry to EVERYONE
for no phone calls and the large
rations of neglect i've poured out.
ps,
this girl can't leave........