that's how it goes, and everybody knows. 
feel a critter burrowing inside, want to pull the critter out to talk.
can't we talk? can't just talk to critters, got to commune, maybe 
i want to trade places if i can trade back. 
i worry the roof
leaks, the ceiling coming down while i'm away worrying, not keeping up,
somehow, that sums me up.
nothing related to anything is everything leaning the same way. 
the plans they made put an end to you. 
if you were musical you'd
have made up a song
say the same thing over and over, still it's unsaid. see the face faces away. blank and turn.  tried to keep mum 
and see how it goes.
insinuating myself. i couldn't be part of this
happenstance.