all you’re leaving is me
stay on the move, big golden man no ponies or peonies for me from you if you treat your new little girl better than me i’ll get sick and vomit into my sleeve
big moon, brass stud. our wall, head thud.
i’d eat all the chew you spit from your mouth to teach me the things that i never knew
i’d cover my scalp with the stickiest sap if it would work to glue me to you
hang me on the wall like the prettiest doll daffadowndilly, may your leaves never fall.















