Undeterred, the slink of cats makes a humming below the wires - at the end of the day, all we have is the falter of our hearts for a second and then the carrying on. The kinematics of a mouth: Do you remember the way my lips… do you remember the way the tongue touches the roof… I have forgotten how to make shapes with my teeth and my chin bobs up and down. I do not know why. A grass hopping. A pouring. We are the over under youth. We want only sincerity. We want only a dignified insolvency. Our soft palettes grow hard with disuse and we live always in the moment before the heart unfreezes.