this is a poem because i say it is
i could imagine that once you thought the same words
with perfectly bleach-white blinds
letting flawless streams of morning sunlight in
maybe a smile on your face and a boy in your arms
these words are what I put together, okay?
they’re all i have when the sky is dark and the clouds are moving
in that too-fast way
and I need somebody to hold me but never ask
this is a ******* poem because I say it is