It’s hard to make your body tingle using just your free will
And ecstasy makes me real emotional
Can I borrow a dollar for a cup of noodle? said the identity poem
And everyone has a story
Like the time in science class
On the second floor someone threw a basketball
Right through the window
It landed in the hoop on the playground
It really happened
Glass sparkled around the rim like diamonds
Every visit to the pumpkin patch
Evokes in me a tremendous sense of loss
I was born in the summer of 1983
When everything was golden
Every time I write my name and the date
I remember that all of us are dying
Can you pierce my ear with a paperclip?
Color my hair with a red sharpie?
When will I be able to go into a store
And just take and take and take?