A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine,

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

I Believed I Was A Salamander, And It Seems I Am Nothing But An Impediment.

Don't You Think I Was Made For You? I Feel Like You Had Me Ordered - And I Was Delivered To You - To Be Worn. I Want You To Wear Me, Like A Watch-charm Or A Buttonhole Bouquet.

There Seemed To Be Some Heavenly Support Beneath His Shoulder Blades That Lifted His Feet From The Ground In Ecstatic Suspension, As If He Secretly Enjoyed The Ability To Fly But Was Walking As A Compromise To Convention.

A Vacuum Can Only Exist, I Imagine, By The Things Which Enclose It.