I can play pretend by Caroline and Kimala

I can feel the vibrations getting stronger and I can almost
hear the horn. The metal rail digs into my body in a way
that is not altogether uncomfortable looking on with a
blank expression you decide to toss out everything we brought
home from your mother's house, the easter meals specifically, though
it is almost thanksgiving. we woke up at four to devour the sweet
potato casserole but when you found a pecan that was not a pecan,
well, i always congratulated you on being a survivalist, 
above all things I wanted to say that the moment the
tea kettle begins to whistle I tell you what you
mean to me and then be out of the door before
you have a change to pick out the flavor for your cup.
Don't hold you breath if you think that my
leave will be temporarey. Once I'm out the door there
is no way i will be smoking another pall mall ever again. two
seconds later my mouth is full of cotton. i think someone put it there
but the only ones who want to touch my mouth are either dead or
wasting away in a room with no windows. in that case
i do believe in an alien of some kind which is like believing
in the tooth fairy or santa clause to you but to
me I find a comfort in the idea of the being
other creatures out there like us who are either
equally as lost or who know things.
Things we could never dream of knowing. such as your
poison being too thick for this old house to purge itself of.
then the fear that you have disappeared into the road flashes against
my mind like when a woman's silhouette was draped up like a dress
and that is why I can't eat the cupcakes you made me or
hold you hand, but I can kiss you on the forehead 
and hope to god you find yourself some peace of
mind before the show is over. Don't look at me
like I didn't try. there is a tuning fork coming out from beneath
the door and i know i know what you've been trying behind my
back i can see my dog's ribs sharp as silverware and yet there
is this way i kiss you and there is this way i pretend we aren't starving.