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.
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?