i like to think of the shape i take up in your mind, if maybe my fingers are longer or my voice is more like syrup and less like concrete and if maybe i speak only in whispers. i would like to speak only in whispers so everything i say is your secret to keep or forget. i am yours to keep or forget and i am small enough to fit anywhere you want in your brain or in your shower or in that moment you wake up and mumble and go back to sleep. you think about me thinking about you at stoplights. i think about you thinking about me until i feel dizzy, but a very nice dizzy like i am a wave that is just getting used to being a wave. you fall asleep so easily as if the world isnt horrifying. you fall asleep into me like we’re both snow.