i am crying for the mountains and the children 

alone in the hills in my closet 

forever

i saw the books on your desk and stole one

then found a piece of paper in the printer

and a blue pencil in my bag

just to see my handwriting

to match it up against hers

i think i stole this pencil

because i can't use the word paradox

without sounding like a teacher or

a student -- now i'm neither of 

those, or both. i do not know what

or who anyone is at least every five minutes

i've got questions but i erase them

your phone is old and my eyes hurt 

from the fire how brilliant does a person 

need to stop being

to be ok