I carry Tarkovsky's ear in my pocket, still listening to the rain of Stalker, while the rest of his body evaporates in memory like a priest who lost his faith but not his habit. I carry Wong Kar-wai's eyelids in my chest, always late,...

I want clownsI want balloonsI want a petting zoo tooI want I want I want Did you see what I just didDaddy daddy did you see Aren't you super proud of meLook at me look at me I just lost the...

We all live for that hand to holdDon't weSilly meI dream of you tonightSending me love lettersOffering advice on how I could be betterWhispering me in the ear I love youWritting me poetryYou write wellBut here you areColder than...