Why don’t I stay still for once –
and by “I” I mean my mind,

buzz-stuttering,
my legs,

stutter-jumping,
my heart,

jump-starting –
Why don’t I stay still for once
and rest my eyelids on your shamefully chewed fingernails.

Why don’t you sing for once –
and by “sing” I mean laugh,

hoarse-yelping,
smile,

yelp-silent,
touch,

silent-tracing –
Why don’t you sing for once,
notes slicing up my spine.

Why don’t we play happy for once –
and by “happy” I mean hungry,

hearts growling –
ready,

hands aching –
glowing,

tongues sparking –
Why don’t we play happy for once,
and turn our clay bodies into mud.