You're Money Baby flower chair consumed across the table or

consumed across the table or the rock or the beach towel or your child's pram and kept within our bodies for a period long enough to embed itself in our brains

It still matters

Only enough space for one

The silver tray used not just for fries

perhaps they’re the same

You're Money Baby flower chair consumed across the table orI'm a window seat girl, I'm more selfish than considerate I guess. Some people don't like to be trapped in, I don't care budging myself out. I'm a window seat girl in the hopes and prayers that I might catch a glimpse. The considerate control freaks take the aisle seat, it's the thinkers and the dreamers and the better sleepers that take the sides of the plane. Shame on the person who chooses practicality over seeing themselves impossibly dancing on