There's a poem in my soul
and if I don't let it out
I'll spontaneously combust
all over my living room.
oh my god I'm so sorry
I just threw up all over you!
How silly of me,
how utterly absurd
that boys make me
throw up and up and away.
Stop it!
When one gets too close
I shake like a
kicked puppy
and I know it's because
a monster crawled under
this little girl's bed
and never came back out.
He waits to grab
my ankles with his
boney hands,
a matching freckle
in the middle of
our palms.
He is part of me,
this angel's kiss
(as my mama calls them)
and so long as he has it
so will I.
Me and him sittin
in a tree
until one of us
falls off the branch
first.