stuttering  

we are stars
COLLIDING;
there’s not enough space in space for us to be where we want, what we want, i want you
and she wants you and you want her and sometimes him i never want him who knows
what he wants who wants me? there is all the wrong kind of distance in between—

i am here, you are there: trying to explain the concept of distance “we ought to get rid of
distance anyway,” distance should be only for getting away— and these distance don’t
follow the rule, the distance i want, the space i want, i am creating space around myself
like i am inside myself, all space and no place to go.

REALLY
all i want is to leave (i’m feeling trapped) oh my god, i say, i’ve got to go i’ve g-g-got to
get out of here todaynowrightnow i stuttersslipsay if i had a car, get in and GO— i’ve got
no passenger anyway not like i needed one, me & the stereo, we’ll do just fine in the dark
at 9:13 the absolute power in leaving, the getting, the getting out.

motto: motion no direction, that’s my manifest, my manifest-oh.

i am a star
c-c-colliding in myself.