When she unscrews her scalp
I’m going to flick a paperclip into her brains
and make her love go everywhere.
She’s talking about a boy taller than a bookshelf.
How she wound her arms around his legs.
Her hair slithers away as I reach out to touch it.
I think I’m building myself to last.
But we’ll see.
I got cranky and stood on the fire escape.
My brother sounded worried, but I said,
getting sick will be good for me in the long run.”
I’m mad at you because I made a fool of myself
and I would never let you make a fool of yourself.