To Make Your Title

is that it then?

none of it adds up

none of it makes sense.

the world doesn't make sense.

go ahead, blame it on the tilt

of the earth's axis

dizzying, tilting, spinning, whatever.

palpable tension

is always enjoyable.

like my heart's outside my body and

you have the choice to keep it pumping

or let it die

and you want to keep me alive,

you really, truly do

but you just don't want to get your hands dirty.

that's okay,

i wouldn't either.

i think.