I am a porcelain doll
My small hands are fragile,
So I let no one touch them.
I try not to blink
Because my eyelids scraping against marble
Is a sound that unnerves me.
I am a stop animation film
In my first language
Twisting tongues.

When I get angry
Or nervous
My long-gone accent
Hints at my past
Reappearing for the sake of
old pains.

I like voices
That sound like the darkened colour
Of honey and just
A bit of sand.

I watched him drown,
I didn't dare move
The beauty took my breath away.

Let me sing to you about
The Boy Who Could Fly
So you could use it to connect
the dots of my life.

My first kiss
Was in the girls locker room,
I stole cat ears and
Blasted 'Not The American Average'
Then she grabbed my hair and pressed against me
I blushed.
*******, she was a ****.
But she sure got my skirt off nicely.

I am a poltergeist,
Whirling madly
Through sweet emotions.
Throwing plates
At the frivolous kitchen floor
Until I fall against it,
Us both laughing till I fade.