I stare into the sewer and wait for you climb your way up. You take my hand and drag me down. I hold my hand out farther and you grab my wrist and I pull you up. You drag me down. I put on a clown suit and I reach my hand down for you and I ask you to take my hand. You drag me down. I dress up as a cow and I tell you take one of my udders because if you don’t take one of my udders, you’ll fall in the sewer. You drag me down. I lift my hand out really far and I start speaking like a movie actor. “Take my hand! Take it! It’s your only chance!” I say. You drag me down. I’m hovering on solid air, I’m hovering on packets of biscuits that I have kept folded in my pocket for just this occasion. I reach out my hand and I try to grab you. You drag me down. I put on a blond wig and I pretend that I am a beautiful woman, like Bugs Bunny did in the old Bugs Bunny Cartoons. You drag me down. I am dressed as a sewer repair man. I tell you I am here, I am here, I am here in this sewer to fix this sewer. I think that will make you feel safe. I think that will make you feel happy. I think that will make you let me into your life. You drag me down, you drag me down, you drag me down. I tie a bunch of corpses together and I climb across all the corpses in an attempt to get to you. You drag me down. You drag me down, you drag me down. I’m dressed as an invisible man. I’ve got a sadness in me and you’ve got a sadness in you. We could be sad together I say. I reach my invisible arm out of my trenchcoat and I reach it towards you. Music plays on violins nearby. The stars all begin melting out of the sky. I can hear a yelling in my inner ear, and it’s a yelling I remember from a hillside in my childhood. It might be a hillside or it might be a television show I watched once. There’s no way to say, really. You drag me down. You drag me down. You drag me down.