What do you mean, your elbow?
What do you mean, your hair moving around like that?
What do you mean, wind?
What do you mean, you like me?
What exactly do you mean, I like you?
How long?
When did we meet?
Do you remember?
How could you forget?
Haven't I told you about my mind?
Did you know there's more than one person
in the world
with a selective memory?
Why do I feel like that's an unfair question?
Why do I always feel like someone a foot taller than me
has an advantage over me in any kind of situation?
Are you crying?
Why can't the sunset be ugly for once?
Why won't you look at me?
Have I ever really made eye contact with you?
Have you seen my glasses?
Are mine on my head?
When did you get glasses?
How did you lose your sense of smell?
Are you being serious right now?
Did you know my bones are made of paper,
and my skeleton hinges swing on golden brads?
What's the matter?
Am I crying?
Are you trying to be difficult?
Can't you understand?
What's there to understand?
What were we just talking about?
Do you love me?
What?
Answer the question.
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-Dana Winter
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