Dear Sir,

Miles of rotten potatoes
and leagues of broken windshields can’t still my worry.
I’m thousands of heartbeats away and,
   understandably,
I’m fuchsia from caging in my jealous breath but,
   unfortunately,
you have won his attention.

You,
with your metal life lessons,
are his sister now.

So keep him wrapped tightly in your all-encompassing barrel.
Cause if you aren’t careful we both may lose him.

                            And then where would we be?