I admire the drawl of your temperament.

The way you throw blankets in dusty corridors.

The way you place chairs in a room and count to three. 

I like your hat.

Thank you. 

I like driving into the atmosphere.

Finding potholes for doors.

Yeah, it’s fun.

I like disrupting the order of the universe,

but only when I sleep.

That's when you create orchestras.

That’s when you read Sappho.

And isn’t it confusing when we dance?

And isn’t it comforting when we sing?