00:00This is a poem called Maybe It Would Be Fun.
00:02You appear like a mirage on a New York street, hungover and striding towards me.
00:08How is it that you have kidnapped me, fully, fully, fully?
00:13God help me, I wish that you could stay and I could stroke the pain away, use my body
00:19as a bandage.
00:20I tell myself I'm not like that anymore, at least I thought I was less savage.
00:25I try, I try, I try, I try, I try to do less damage and so my head is turned
00:34again by
00:35someone breaking before me and they see I'm cracked too so they cannot ignore me.
00:40Of course you would adore me and maybe it would be fun before you totally destroyed me or you're
00:47just like my father and his father before him, drunk and charming and writhing in your
00:52own skin.
00:55And I will ask you all to lie.
00:56And now I want to lie, just to lie.
00:56I have no idea, thank you.
00:56I am sorry, I will be stressed.
00:56I should lie, thank you.
00:56And if you're sorry, how would you hear me?
00:57I could stop, but this is an image where you're holding on.
00:58I'll show you my hand again.
