Broken Poem Exercise | Two

Here's the second Broken Poem Exercise. I'll post the original responses as individual poems. Authors are perfectly welcomed to remove their own poems naturally.

Sad Songs

                  microwaves passing through you
and a stall door hangs empty
  for the lungless lead day;
no one knows what music to play

six calories of sugar
        they decide to remain strangers.

           the solar system
              or even underneath--
        the only thing better
holding out your hands
           thirty million times a second

out on the ocean
              under such & such license
     the air takes shape

I propose, and she agrees