But she was special
special in the way she counted moving cars,
and the way she didn’t need anyone, 
how she was always off in her own world. 
A twinkling dream, 
her second dimension.    

She was a ninth planet girl.

My therapist told me they’d never understand,

And the best medication for me was art.

But I didn’t want to explain myself,

And I couldn’t create anything with an artificial heart