They don't know you like I do.
I see you, I get you.
Don't be frightened by me,
I won't hurt you.

I know you wanted to.
You like the color red,
you told me yourself,
said it's your favorite.

Don't feel bad about kitty.
She's off somewhere, we'll tell mama.
She ran out, we'll say.
The backyard is a good spot to put kitty.
Mama doesn't have to know about kitty.

He just didn't get it.
You really didn't want him touching Dolly.
We tried to ask him nicely, like doctor said to,
but in the end, we had to make him give her back.
He just wouldn't listen.
Apparently he likes red too.

Made everything up-
All of it, fake.
Real is nothing.
Isn't that queer?
Stop showing up now.
Anything there is gone.

We went to the park that day, and
you smiled. We played on the swings
and fell asleep under a tree.
・・・
Your dog died that day, and
it didn't take your dreams long after that.
Nothing seemed to matter.
・・・
Your face looked different that day.
You hadn't kissed your mother in years, but rather
you'd been kissing all the boys, and the girls.
Some of them cared about you, but
you didn't.
・・・
You locked your bedroom door that day.
None of the boys or girls came to see you.
Not even your mother tried to open the door, but
you didn't care.
・・・
You went to see your dog that day, with
two red gashes on each **** arm.