Dribbles

"Here's a peice of paper! All you have to do is write your name on it and everything will be okay."

"I have a cold. I don't think I should make that sort of decision when I'm sick. But am I upsetting you by saying that? I saw you glanced out the window for a second there, maybe you want me to open it for you so you can get some air? Maybe you want me to grab on and NEVER LET GO?"

(slump)

"And then dribbles when hands become hands become hands?"

(you are special)

"Maybe I should sit in this chair for a very long time."

Flap flap! Blank page!

"I don't feel ready to write on it just yet, let me just crawl slowly staring two inches ahead."

Scars carvddddd by each and every pebble.

Face so close to floor.

"Here's a paper...all you have to do..."

And bigger pebbles: over a dozen?