The pink half-moon on the third joint of my slender finger-- My body fragments are full of bread. That's why I fear holding bread is why I'm here. I seem to have lost my hads around here. And where my eyes were, now only holes appear (We're now only holes up here). Look at me up here! Thank G-d for the laws of physics. Thank G-d for the law. A skinny skinny boy complains. My body takes up too much room. This makes me laugh. I hold myself back. I hold myself back. I could crush you with my weight, smash your little body down, throw you through the window pane, bloody lifeless on the ground. A skinny skinny boy is dead.