he is shirtless on the sheets his pants are crusty with some stuff he spilled when he was eating 'yo man reach me that gla** I'm thirsty tell me stuff I wanna talk some stuff yeah' he weaves behind his cigarette his eyes twist into slits he doesn't trust me 'but there are places in my heart I haven't gone to yet' he laughs and says 'you're sure one mushy-headed kid I'm merging with the cracking wall the crack extends into his face the girls are bickering in the hall 'yeah' he says 'I guess this is the place is the place you do belong in this place' I dig my fingers in the cracks against the wall against my back like it's a woman he folds his face 'that cabbage smell don't go away how can they eat that stuff it smells like you know' he slaps the cobwebs from his face he rubs his arms he slaps the cobwebs arms cobwebs his arms extend like derailed trains he bends his eyes my way 'this ain't something I think you need someone to explain' I'm merging with the cracking wall the crack extends into his face the girls go quiet in the hall 'yeah' he says 'i guess this is the place is the place you do belong in this place my clothing starts to come alive my pants grow muscles and they're shifting like horses skin when there are flies 'come to my crooking finger all the hair across my body is hiding things from your eyes but not your hands if you weave them inside find the veins sealed within my skin now can we begin?' 'but there are places in my heart I haven't gone to yet' he laughs and says 'you're sure one mushy-headed kid' I'm merging with the cracking wall the crack extends into his face the girls are gone out of the hall 'yeah' he says 'I guess this is the place is the place you do belong in this place mushy-headed kid