Hey you – surefire.  I’ve seen you here before.  I’ve seen you under my eyelids.  You come and go and come and go like the neighbourhood stray.  Lithe and warm and sunken under my fingertips, as if having never been touched.  I hear your box of bees buzzing and know that this is meaningful.  This is real.  Each action begets a reaction – and this is me, reacting.  Tell me that you like it.

Jesse Falk