Concerning the Dissemination of Identity
I wouldn't touch my ukulele if I were you: I don't necessarily
stop playing when I
And besides I think there might still be some love stuck between the frets.
And if you try to play D7 it won't sound like a D7
it will sound like the time I cried playing Mr. Moonlight.
Also, I think it's echoing with my heartbeat
which could throw off your
And you probably shouldn't read from my copy of Phantom Tollbooth:
it's all sticky with candlewax from the night
I had nothing to do but read it start to finish
and I think there's a lot of blackout left in the margins
and there's a big smudge of happiness
obscuring pages ninety-one to one hundred thirty-three
and the paper reeks a little of childhood.
And maybe you shouldn't look at me.
I look a little too much like not being seen
but that's not totally true
really, I look too much like my mind
but even that's not true
I think I look too much like my soul
and no one wants to see that
and I don't want you to see that.