Confidence-it drops like filth in bathroom stalls. Privacy-it leaks through
un-completed walls. Forced by public failures, now you must recall. You have to
recall the times when we became hemmed in by leaden skies, the times when all

the back rent closed our zealous eyes. Maybe this is how all young ideas die,
but they didn't have to die. Evidence yields this case a wash. Just give me
something that I can touch. Sulphur, Kool-Aid, Minnesota, freezer burns. Blessed

dial lovers' friends at every turn. Needing need, not what you need, you can't
unlearn. Just try to unlearn.