You can dress me in an American Flag
But I won't know the difference between freedom...

I love that cop
I hate all the other ones...

When was the last time
I was jealous of another girl's kite...

The gust of wind from the taxi lifted my skirt a...
That is my excuse...

You used to love how light I was,
My softness to your touch...

It's been six months, eight,
Eight happy months that they've been together...

I met you on the internet
it was only just last week...

Someday this dormant patriot
will be forced out into the world...

I know this much about the future;
It is all that lies ahead...

I am so cold
I know that even skin has a freezing point...

A game of telephone dawns the day,
webbed in the clasp of a chain of these dreary...

I'm the perpetual fledgling
People have the misfortune of being born without...