She Will Not Be Paper in The Wind

There she pounces in her tears.

Girl-beast.

For love - in all the bottomless and rainbow voids of it.

She quakes today with spirit, olive branches

Green and bendy lizard limbs - breakable once dry.

I won't know what to say.

I could buy a base ball bat.

No. I'm not, you see, the sports type.

Each turrid grab of his

Should reap my affibly intruded table's poison.

Shit. I don't know how to cook!

I hate this poem.

Sit tight daddy-love.

When you're scared, you just call me.

I'll never make you feel like the world's aged you.

Stick around,

Long as I can still

Try and guide you true

Time to time.