Cold air makes my bones shake. I thought of you from an airplane when I couldn’t sleep. One thousand eyes, five hundred breathes. The moment you lose control, you put your faith in tin. My stomach is deep blue again. Close your mouth. Fill your lungs. We’ll ride this one in. From this seat you’re looking small, but I’ve got direction, baby. The arrow’s locked. It’s what I’ve been waiting for. Show me that it’s true and real. Don’t let me forget. Make it permanent like a book. Something I could read for days, for years. We could keep it on the night stand.