Jessy Randall & Daniel M. Shapiro
	Let's Have a Fight I envy you more than you envy me. Let's have a fight, the kind I can win. You made jokes that hurt my heart. Your friend thinks I'm cute, hot as coffee in the pot. I might as well be dead once I've cooled. "Let you win" and "Let you in" sound the same to me, but not to you. You're too well-adjusted. It's not fair. I'm mad. Just yesterday you gave me a present. Gloves off, right? Or maybe gloves on. Which way is softer? I mean harder? Issues Most of them straddle yellow lines, thin ones you can cross but can't erase. We decelerate, wooed by promises, but the water isn't deep enough to keep sunken treasures hidden. The problem is too obvious, a train without a station. Your tattoo says "goodbye" in skin-colored ink. I'm picking up your signals, lipstick notes on mirrors. Our mismatched rhythms are equally loud. They depend on what we're willing to risk and never take us where we meant to go. It's as if we're hunting, camouflaged, always setting off another trap.