"I think I’m gonna lie here forever."
"I know," MJ says, "me too."
"There’s no reason to leave."
"There isn’t."
"Bend this flower with me. Bend it with your thoughts. Sing. Sing this flower with me. Sing it to light. Bend light into me. Bend it with your song. That’s it. Bend. There was sound. There was song. Then..light..bending with a rainbow.
"Bend this flower with me. Beautify the petals. There it was moving—did you see that? You made it happen with me. You made the flower. See the circle of petals? See the pink? See the green? See how the pink and the green? Bend petals into a rose..
"Bend this flower with me. Sing it slowly. Sing it light. We had a moment in sunshine! A moment in light. You were saying—and the things you said to me! Say them to flowers. Petal-say them. And say them in my tendril ear." "Did you say tender dear?" "No. I said tendril, dear."
Leave them in my rose. Bloom me and tackle my sunshine burning in a demi-raindual happeningstance melody of tigerbalm and terrormoons, demigod of the sunbrow, murdering sense and tripping me toward algernon..
We all know it’s going to happen, Matthew. We all know. We’re knitted inside your eyebrows right behind the forehead ear..and taking you below the bubble is our job! "That’s why we’re knitted here." "Did you say knitted, dear?" "I said that’s why we’re knitted here."
"I think I am going to sit here forever," MJ says. And she’s one of the ones with the perfect posture too!
"You’re one of them," I say.
"Who?" she says.
"You’re one of the ones," I say. "You have it."
But she laughingly informs me that she lost it long ago.