waking up to the morning through my fishbowl and i worry is she sleeping is she breathing is she dead and would i be a better mother to a kitty or a puppy or chimpanzees or maybe to your baby lord willing if i m alive this time tomorrow then i ll have more time to kill and maybe we could rearrange my furniture to make lots more room to fill you and i we lay like fireflies retired from those summer nights all bottled up as victims of our child s play and when we laugh the walls are muted by our existence should i be a bit more persistent when i was you to stay over if you re willing you are the only one that matters and the only one who knows every inch of my perimeter from my fingers to my toes and i don t know where we ll be tomorrow but i have one guarantee for these arms once held malignancy you know that i m willing i m willing i m willing i m willing to take you home i m willing i m willing i m willing to follow you home i m willing i m willing i m willing to take you home i m willing i m willing i m willing to call you home