Letter to homosexuality, 
 
Standing — rain along with others’ happiness neutrinos can’t stand scattering. Next the sun we say shines, it’s nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it and not tempted. It’s still my life, we say. 
Use your pointer, since some of you and me show up here, and more ‘you’ve been away,’ retreating to emancipating solitude, keeping / adding up time, sporting by degrees the related changes you wait to see sitting in the only passenger seat, chihuahua staring, neh?