Hey you

Hey you!
Let’s stop eating and see which of us drops first.

I’m ready to be mad.
I’m ready to be mad with you, too.

Have you ever kept a soul in your pocket for warmth?
I have.
It’s the saddest thing ever.
When your pocket finally breaks, it gets cold.

And the pocket never fixes
The same as it was.

And the soul just thuds angrily
Into the dirt.

Like you made the pocket or something.

Hey you!
Let’s stop sleeping and see which of us dreams first.

You dream like you're mad.
Do you want to be mad with me, too?

One time
I sewed up a pocket with dreams…