What can YOU say in six sentences?
I dream dreams tiny as insects’ sleep, but at least I know I’m vacant as a mid-July elementary school. Your little black cell phone bleats at you—but it’s just an excuse to ignore me. You can’t, and you know it. I’m nail-gun sure I can walk the million barbed wire miles that lead to your heart. Just because I’m only an acre of sane, in a whole county of crazy, doesn’t mean my mojo ain’t working no more. Your heart may be folded tighter than origami and colder than a December ice cream, but it ain’t fireproof.