look at me very closely and tell me what i need to fix there is something new i can't deal with feeling like the BB-8 of the poetry world feeling like bone marrow in a separate world [of hallways and craters] of bones there's a sentence stuck to the roof of my mouth i touch it with my tongue and my eyes water and i'm trying not to sneeze i wish i had overactive tear ducts when i'm coming into school in the morning listening to bright eyes i am trying to walk backwards because in one past i was making a watercolor you were on the other coast you were in danger [being cracked open] i'm so sorry if my hands were crystal balls i would roll them across the floor i love you so much and i want to be k**ed by poison