fall poem
the toe of a scarecrow’s
boot curls up
when i reach out my
tongue to taste
the bark on a
tree i always make
spaghetti wrong my stomach’s
hurt since i was
three under
that trampoline
a snowflake lives
on my fleece
and so does a lamb
puppy love
If I put on my socks from
seventh grade
if I told you I was made
of strawberry filling would you
still fuck me if
I told you that I prayed
the truck would squish
me into the tunnel wall
would you keep me in your prayers
if i clutch my build-
a -bear
a hand on each
side of my underwear
will you keep me in your prayers?
