Night #3 by Jake Becker

At night

we
in our tiny tiny tiny world
can't sit still
we can't sit still
we   
   can't
sit          still
Can't
we
      still
sit?

So

sour

with our minor role,

squishedbetweenfrozenpizzaandwebsites

We zzzz
   ip up
kick open the roof
hop on our motorcycle
and run
   out
      of   
         gas

halfway to the sun