Bye-bye-bye: say my name with flapping arms; ship to-o the sky ad the clouds to land on; I-ii-i-i-ii-i- I realise I'm watching your nape; & would it stretch if I'd take you in my mou-ouououth – hey! Have you seen them? An army of flying dutchmen; ro-o-lling eyes & synchronised exhales – heavy breathing that skins the kuckles of the earth & do you know I was made of bone? I hold memories of everything; each touch is a rib & my ribcage your hands – hey!