So you're 38
I'm twen--ty
Five.

That makes you
(draws x's and o's)
(throws stones)
Hopscotch
Hula hoop
Juggle my own pearls
13? 14?
Years older
Than lil ole me.

Its cute
They all bite at once like heated piranhas
And its always at exactly that moment
That I'm not
Hunting with my pitchfork
And knife.

A ring leader, second guess beat her
I hear the chimes and the chants
Can't seem to quite forget
A corridor of the boys I dated before
Diamond rings on other girls hands
I address my self with love letters
And my ex boyfriend whimpered and cooed my name
In-between calling me vain.

Hush little one, hush little one.

Don't be asleep
Don't be asleep yet
A man chanted and spoke of evil
I watched him only to grow bored
His voice frighteningly loud
He rang and sang of Satan
And the tree that gave us all our demented fate
And I just thought
I thought
You must have wanted to be a broadway star, sir.

I have so much more to say
But I'll start again.