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?