I made chicken soup in August.
The timing is terrible, but
you should still try a bowl.
When you go home,
tell your parents what I said:
You look better
in a prom dress
then you ever could
in a wedding gown.
Let's bury this corpse
underneath a church
hearse and all.
If you steal a carnation
to hang like an icicle
in your bedroom,
I'll never tell a soul.
Our war kept us safe
from the dungeons
of autonomous thought.
Now every time I step outside,
my summer skin feels like winter.