I don't understand why
you turn me on then let me run,
but it's okay. I'm a machine.
I can stop
and I can start again as many times I can start
and
fill
the room with warm
silence.
It's okay. Don't be
afraid to make a mistake.
I can cut it out.
I can write down
ice cracking
an angel's hum
raccoons
breaking
in.
I can pan them out
and blend you all together
into one beautiful
adulterated
mess.
but you stand there, and
I catch your breath.
and I play it back.
and it feels like mine.
and the weight of your air weakens me.
and I begin to feel human.
