Overdrawn
I’m amazed he wakes each day
Stirring, trouble and experience
an innocence, woolly and wide
Open and all
and
I know
I had no part in his making
And that he doesn’t like me when I’m vile
I just try not to be Stephen King’s It, prancing
I just try not to love him with pink sponge that
makes me think of him
g-o-n-e
I wrap burning arteries around
him, my only ones
Silence my eyes in the mirror
he holds
Gently destroyed and
gently loved
