When I wake you are a broken toy. I told you something smart. I was a pirate ship. I was not as clean as you but I tried. I swear I tried to hold you too, the trap door smiling, the string of hard line behind us. Like a mistake I tried to tie knots to hold us together, the knots I know to keep the walls together. But how can I hold so many toys, how can I break so many toys, how can I toy so many dreams. I mean that you are the pirate ship. I mean that I will never find the perfect place to put this knot. I come frayed. I come in flat balls. I come broken in the mint-condition box. There are so many things that are wrong. There are so many bookshelves. You are so much smarter than you were this morning.
