Singing into an echo, yeah, that's how you do it, far away from the mic, get away from the categorical by being utterly personal

(I have no idea how you do that)
(even if you told me)

When you realize you're talking like how you imagine yourself talking, that's when the words stop flowing

(did we just hug with hands?)

Sometimes I wonder if I should be more cogent, but at the same time I don't think I have it in me, especially because to imagine that very lack is something like misleading yourself

(The smell of fries)