We watch to forget. Of all the childish things to choke on, I sink down into the metal arm of chokehold. I wish I forgot to exit. The hot sand comes for me anyways. It melts my plastic heels and the asphalt bleaches me golden. A mess. I wish I was you. Bigger and stronger in stature. But I'm here and you're not. A thousand knives up the skirt of a wet dream prostitute can't count on the integrity of a child's murmur. If all I am is a dream, I hope you sew my jaw shut so my teeth don't fall out.