I Carry The Bars Within Me.

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.

I Want In Fact More Of You. In My Mind I Am Dressing You With Light; I Am Wrapping You Up In Blankets Of Complete Acceptance And Then I Give Myself To You. I Long For You; I Who Usually Long Without Longing, As Though I Am Unconscious And Absorbed In Neutrality And Apathy, Really, Utterly Long For Every Bit Of You.

Now I Can Look At You In Peace; I Don't Eat You Any More.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

Please — Consider Me A Dream.