i just wrote a song. it is 2:11 am. i am very tired. pray pardon any typos. i don’t know where these words come from. i don’t know where the melodies come from. i think they are not from me sometimes, that they are ingredients in the stars, and bits break off and drift into my jar of nutella or my bowl of tomato bisque and i slurp it up unknowingly. and the sparkles float around in my tummy and infuse themselves into my bones and teeth and into my blood and my blood pumps it’s way up to my brain and my heart and my fingers and my throat and my tounge. and a song comes out. a star-dust-sparkle-song. they don’t keep coming from me. they can’t be. i am lucky. thank you stars. fatten me up. thank you sky. i am going to sleep. with a smile tonight.
