Lie to me Speak beautiful falsities so I may feel desired Help me experience that foreign sensation
Sing for me Serenade this husk and allow it a moment of love For glimpses are more than enough now
Write about me Describe my eyes yet ignore my face And focus on the texture of my brittle ego
Distract me Confer the tool to curb my horrid thoughts Bring me a sliver of glorious silence
Make me laugh Please Just once more
(coming to terms with a snail)
I've stared at every corner
and listened to the same dull buzz for hours.
When a sound grows loud outside
you won't need to cover your antennas–
I know you like rain.
Can you hug other snails?
And eat the lips of leaves,
and tell me what they taste like?
Would you do that- for us who can't walk.