Stand on your tiptoes
Little darling
Crane your neck
Raise your hands over your head
palms to the sky and
Wail at the moon until all the ash escapes
from your lungs
You are a spectacle-wearer
Little darling
Your world is tinted rose
Open your mouth wide and laugh
so loud and so terrible and
Stare at the tip of your nose
through the cracks in your glasses
through the cracks in your glasses
Mark off your calendar
Little darling
The days you find yourself hollow
And revel in the covered weeks
Press the tip of the marker
Into the day you felt most happy
until it can never be used again
Shake out your rain-boots
Little darling
Go out onto the streets and
Stand in the rain until you feel clean
Until the gutters are flooded
And you can no longer feel the dirt
from his hands on your body
Little darling, little darling
Flowers grow in your belly
And every time you cry
they dry up
Swallowing bumblebees to pollinate
Flowers that he has already killed
is not a sacrifice of love
It's a way to get yourself stung
He is not sunshine
Little darling
Do not let him kill your flowers
