- cifra
If the backseat
Makes you happy
Then I’m happy too
I’m kind to cross
Myself in knots
A bow made just for you
Pull me this way
That way, I sway
Witless figurine
Till I fell in
The laundry bin
Into a blue machine
When I awoke
From steam and smoke
My body stripped and clean
What silver sound
An empty house
Had ushered over me
Left foot, right foot
Newborn, I shook
Badly at balancing
But soon I found
A sound way out
A mouse had left for me
I have seen this
But not like this
(Trust me, don’t cover your eyes)
