after an "intimate," very gallatin final class session, in which we went around the room and all shared what we would take away from the class, i found myself stopped at a light side by side with one of the people from the class. he was not going to say hi to me, but after hearing the intimate little nugget he shared, i was not going to pretend we were strangers. i smiled and said hi. in an unnaturally manly voice (remember, this was a gallatin class) he said, "what's up?" right as the light turned. immediately i was forced out of this illusion of intimacy and i uttered, "nothing much." i held the coffee i had bought right after class ended; and nothing more was up.
All I could want is silver and spinning
Out from your arms and into the pretty pit of your heart
So simply and softly we'd flow
But I let you down
And swollen and small is where you'll find me now
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you're tearing out
And you'll never hear me talk
Into you I will glow
Into you