she is the one who said 'fun' sounded like a word of german origin   she thought too much      like me      our time together like summer (concentration) camp   emaciated possibilities lie lifeless      oh this intellect burns   the crematorium below my nose keeps life   above my ears      silence is the star that i shall wear to mark my difference   yet we have so much in common   tonight   that the sun has made light of it   while we contemplate the weight of it all      it is we that are emaciated   our bodies subject to our minds propaganda      forgive the distinction but   intellect fairs moments genocide   and we should have kissed hours ago   you hold you breath when you should hold your tongue   and hold your tongue when you should hold my hand   and i should delegate more authority to myself   but i can't help thinking   that you're thinking   thinking   what is she thinking