Sticky Stuff

This is the stuff that makes me stick. It holds me here and keeps me safe, I said, as I carelessly cut away it's fibers.

Keeps it Locked Up Inside

Keeps it locked up tight so that no one can see what is inside.

Distance

Distance is how long it takes for me to decide whether or not that is the place I have the energy to get to.

Everyone Likes My New Hair

"Everyone likes my new hair" he said. I thought it was strange that he thought his hair was so important. I think someday he'll look back and wish he had spent time with some of his other more admirable qualities.

Secret Things

This is where I keep the things I hold close to my heart 

when my heart gets too full to hold it all.

Sounded Good at the Time

He heard this really smart man in a wheelchair talk about how the stars were made and about black holes and crooked time. It all sounded good, but later he forgot about the man and the stars and the black holes and returned to things less cerebral.

Tears

Tears were in short supply these days. It wasn't that he was saving them for any special occasion, it just seemed that he'd used most of them on his children.