i was the one who hauled his lawn chair up here . a dark green sport coat and what i can only describe as `` trousers . '' it turned out to be artificial , with soft needles . we walked in the side door between the house and the garage . a me who did what he did to protect my people . he brushes his fingers across the back of my neck . `` i 'm so sorry i did this to you . as she picked a flower here and there , it turned into a knife , sharp and shining . 