all the pockets in my favorite coat have developed holes i’m losing change in the lining conversation seems impossible if i may be so bold as to coax you out of hiding this body’s getting warmer it feels much better than mine way up popping ritalin with my friends i wait up i’m a visitor to them i can’t see straight or see Anything and likely i’m hard to adore am i the reason that you bite your tongue or do you marvel at how clever i’ve become i waited up all night she’s an actress