By LiTtLe FacIsT pAnTiES
Date: 29 May 1999

I might...

he kisses me in spring when his hair smells of cake and me
I learn to love myself when he is near
I need protection so I pack a bag of tricks,hail marys, a jesus nightlight,the goodbook,
some crucifixies, a box of nails and a crown of thorns for myself
I think this glass window might shatter and that would scare me
he kisses me and I worry I might break
the edges are torn
he drives real fast
I think I am glamorous with a cigarette
those stitches on my head never healed
she hates he mother
I love the carpet
he says he'd take me to Alaska and I need to get a map
maple syrup he says I smell like those trees and his first sense is sleep
he sleeps all the time except when I am shaking and I think it's winter
he calls me Rapunsel with those braids
and I love
love his hands
and the way his hair curls at the ends
I love the way that he doesn't mind that I talk
if I could I'd burn down that school.