I am afraid to talk. i make Enough material but i haven't Made enough material To make a bed better I haven't licked all of the spoons Clean yet and i want to go swimming But both of my arms Are broken. i draw a map on my body One line for each time i said: no It is difficult to follow I followed it and got lost Sometimes my hands seize up When i am wrestling with a bu*ton Or a clasp. sometimes when i put My hand on someone else's hand I become a river and they become A river. sometimes when i am a River and you are a river then i am The kind of river that cries a lot And you are the kind of river that Makes fun of me for crying a lot I put sunscreen on my teeth and ask The only other girl on the beach If she will drown me