Nothing moves like you think it will. Nothing
Besides your mind, will understand the tracks
You painted for it. A swallow is going to dive
As unexpectedly as a nervous
Adam’s Apple does when you ask the Adam
A hard question. That girl isn’t going to look
Up at the right time, and that boy wasn’t
Going to have enough nerve even if she
Did look. Look! She did look up! What’s this? He
Is step stuttering towards her, pinky
Shaking with the weight of the toity tea
He’s about to buy her, her foot tapping
Her number out in Morse code, Every

Thing moves in spite of your mind. Every