I wait to entertain out behind the school. It's there I gush, I strut, I wane. I paint my mouth rose colors and my cheeks a cherry shade. Yet, still I speak in automated words--the kind that make love-crazed loops around you. I invite to decline, always twining my finger around the idea of you, but when I have wound the grip too tight I have to let go. So at the end of the day I lie in bed feeling hot, lifeless as a body-bag full of hormones, but a bag still thinking very lively thoughts."