daylight.
second-grade candy hearts and
the back of the bus
will you be mine?
the Thursday after the
fourteenth, and i am
screaming, screaming screaming
UR CUTE
flashing lights.
a softball to the face and
dodgeball
you best believe i always win
HEART U
Kool-aid Jammers
i always ate the cap
freeze tag
third-graders object permanence is
very low and i'm sure
that's the only reason i wasn't
ever unfrozen
UR MINE
always the belonging to someone.
girlhood is understanding you don't
own this body, rent is due
the first of the month and it better be
pretty.
PICK ME
dandelion stems taste like
my bloody, broken neck and
even Jesus Christ did not shoulder
the weight of a woman
girlhood is learning how to make
dying look like
photosynthesis,
drawing in light instead of
spreading decay
WINK WINK
cold kisses and glassy eyes
makeup may fool the men but
a corpse is still a corpse
no matter how dolled up
XOXO
the vultures are getting closer