I’m amazed he wakes each day

Stirring, trouble and experience

                an innocence, woolly and wide

                                                  Open and all


                                                  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


I wrap burning arteries around

him, my only ones

Silence my eyes in the mirror

he holds

Gently destroyed and

gently loved


Artist's response: Lucien Bloom Kantounas-Burgess