  RSVP Busting out a tickle pins and needles inside below the rib cage the urge is so strong to live to create to be become feel free liberated at last something unknown magnetic tractor beam pulling me towards the next step life mapped out and the bread crumbs eaten by forest animals body draped on the massage table while my neck is pulled and pushed left center right scolded for wearing my shoulders around my neck and the woman's pecs forgotten hunching over from too much keyboard caressing my fingers begin to curl until at last reminded death does not have to come by invitation 
