Pressure / Cooker
I already know, I already know to not go near you. The way you clasp a hand to a stray hair and pull it into your mouth. I already know that this game is Zero Sum and to play it is something that belies my own belief in the stamina of my own stamina, stamen to stamen and station to station. I already know that for you to press the tip of your nose like that is obscene comfort and I am relegated to the liminal zone along with airbed dwellers the world over. Well enough, the lid goes on. What you know never helps you here. This is somewhere else.