Alcatraz

Let me sleep. I don't want to wake up. Knowing what I knew then.

Pretend you can hear her. Nod in sync with the motion of her lips. The impetuous freight she calls words will have to be orgasm enough. For now. Or until then.

Catch the stop signs in her glances. Subtle monsters put on their mittens before pointing her in the right direction.

I think I was always ugly. Just not in the ways I used to think I was. Shoot the lion. Save the cub. There was always a solution. It's just all I could see was the problem.

Skin like battery terminals. Press them to that node. Wake the electric. Set your time machines to auto pilot. Count the persons you almost were.

Follow them. Until you're certain you've been all of those people they say are you.

Escape your skin as you would any Alcatraz. Through the biggest shit holes.