August 22, 2005 | 9:13 p.m.
we were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane crashed.

the billboard graffititi moaned slow. and the trains rolled over the sorest wounds in me. then the man in the blue suit came and took me from you. he tore my ticket into two. sent me home, all broken skin and bruises from the one thing you would do.

oh but we both know, how during summer the bugs will bite even the most unsweetened skin.