we like broken boys
and not broken toys
patch them up with
daisies and kisses,
instead of medicine and visits

we like to fix up their clothes
and not their hearts
dye their hair at the ends
without covering up their scars

we like to ride their broad shoulders
not their torrential waves
sing songs about heartbreak
not make sure it never rains
plant flowers and trees around their heads
not roots and strength around their beds

we like to hurt them
before they hurt themselves
kick the boy in
punch him,
hurt him
to fix him