It ain’t right, but it’s my life! I’m your puppet. The devils both play Beige Pursuit. The human’s inside! Sing the human’s song! It has to carry its background. I collect neglected venoms. It is New York. I am walking here. Sometimes everything feels like shopping. Who do you picture when I say a name? Expand expand expand until cells disperse across the galaxy. A time before “real” time. Is today today? All of this could be ruins. We all have our seasons. Am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person? The word knew and waited for me to catch up. Love becomes necessity and dilemma. Action gets reframed in language later. You are always in my picture frame.