Second Poem/ Orange Poem

Aren’t I glad I didn’t say

You?

You’re my trick, You do something for me

Shit, I went

and said it.

Now you’re there before me, shimmery

Shape-shifter, and I’ll Nail You to the

Wall with specific details, bits

by bits. I’s a little uneasy.

But you! Have nice legs, I never

Wake up laughing, your nose wrinkles

when you wrinkle it.

IRON YOU.

I do. I’ll catch you, shadow you,

I-so-unlike-you,

and stitch us together. FOREVER.

.

But you’re so slippery! Hey,

Come on!—

Come back!—

well, #$%*. You

were

a

shoddy

foil

for me,

ANYWAYS.