Beck to morning. Hearing voices. Wake up, walk around, fall asleep on my screen. Last time I checked, you were six. I tagged your hair good, sweet and sad. You clicked on my window, snow came in. Last time we met, you dropped your icecone on my dress.

Air drops on my face. Smelling fishy thoughts. Get up, stand up, jump over my shoelaces. Last time I checked, you were twelve. I hacked your internet fast, easy and mad. You kicked my wall, fire came in. Last time we met, you were riding a giant big fat worm express.

A radio in my head. Touching wet things. Lay down, lay under, crawl in my dream. Last time I checked you were eighteen. I washed your car inside, outside and all over. You hit me on the face, paint my rest. Last time we met, it was just a disaster.

Badly drawn girl, see me after class. Study steady work hard, hit the bell, run away fast. Last time I checked, you were thirsty one. Ironing your pants, shirts and vests, maybe you deserved the best. You shaved your beard, the evil doctor left. Last time we met, I stumbled upon, you held my hands tight.