Come message me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of hash and tag and smiley face,
The punctuation masquerade.

That motherfucker He-man finally got to him.
Broke his spirit.

You used to believe in things:
Santa Claus,
the Tooth Fairy,
love,
life after love,
little people who lived in your TV and waited for you to turn it on so they could entertain you.
You believed that somehow you had been born without your parents having sex
(because who wants to think about that?).

That cat is looking
at me funny, I’ve seen it
talking to the cook, licking
its sly little claws

She bought a pair of New Balances
to get the old frame from high school.
She prodded her skin like an experiment,
exfoliated, put polymers in her hair,
and trusted soaps made from animals
she’d never heard of.