I am a star.
Hal Hartley movie.
I read my lines, straight faced in the mirror.
You are my camera.
Slouched over coffee, I'm faking artsy.
We're playing dress up now.
And the rain is washing out
the snow. We play the card games that we know. I'll lay
you down here, your body a
smokestack. My fellow
acrobat. You're a coal miners
song tonight.