Spank Rock - "Baby"

My hands are sparkling. My skin is separating from the bone, puffing out slightly, a gasp inhaled and held. My head is an arrow, my brain a direction, my mind a map and I can see X. Taste is shut off, touch is just clouds, smell is forgotten, don't matter, wind air. My stomach leans forward, to hear better, ears throbbing. My ribs perched like dark birds, trembling at the ready. I think I have an idea. [Buy]

The Soul Sisters - "Wreck a Buddy"

A boy of indeterminate youth checks the mail on his tip toes. He pulls out a wad of letters and makes the universal ka-ching sign for "yesssss!" and runs inside. He sneaks past his mother, chatting tea-side with her friend from down the street, and takes the stairs double-time to his room. He rips open the envelope addressed to Filipo Domenicano, in a deep, expressive cursive, and slides its contents from within. The paper smells of incense and is yellowed, most likely tired from the distance it had to travel. The letter is shorter this time; they've been getting shorter:

Filipo,

You drive me mad. Why do you not return my letters? I burn for you. Today at the market a man told me he wanted to cut my hair off to put on a statue. It was the closest I've come to coming in a year. I need you. I need you with me. I need you inside me--

Dennis stopped reading. He was losing his breath. He put a hand behind him to steady himself and accidently jostled his bookcase. His tin Jesus, from First Communion, came toppling down with a crash. He decided to pre-empt any attention: "I'M OKAY!!" He caught his breath, closed his eyes for a moment, opened them and kept reading.

Downstairs, his mother and her friend continued to have tea. [Buy]