I’m still lonely, says, but now I can name it with a song.

crazy request,
but can you live forever?

all my favorite painters
are not painters at all.

their pictures
plot my plot. 

I forget
I am forgotten.

long girl with
guilty scholarship.

read me
from Manhattan.

you still inspire
ire in me, see?

I don't want to be bold,
just a little bit brave.

my knee itches,

do you feel me scratch it?