If You Died It Would

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After

Comedy Is Easy. First, People Have To Fall Down. Next, Include Someone A Little Hefty. It's A Hoot.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.