Jan. 16, 2013
System Requirement
I need regular ventilation,
Not once a week or month.
I'm like the motherboard,
Turn me on and air me out.
See,
I've got a mind
that runs on overtime,
A body that wants
for action,
Longs to burst out of my skin
and into yours,
Dissolve this four limbed frame
and flit about about the lamplight,
moth-like,
Taking deep drinks
of everyone I meet
to cool my throat, my eyes.
Do me a favor.
Next time you see me,
don't say a word.
Just grab my hand and take off running,
I promise I'll come tumbling after.
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