Pin curls in my hair
This book is hopeless. Why do you like things that are hopeless?
Cleaning toilets and tossing handfuls of dirt.
Drones and hums; plaster and plaster.
Side profile, sleeping in the car.
Pretend we're fairies. I'm a girl fairy and my name is Larulee. And you're a boy fairy and your name is Teeteree. Pretend when we're fairies we fight each other. And I say "stop hitting me or I'll die!" And you hit me again, and I say "now I have to die." And you say "but I'll miss you". And I say "but I have to." And you'll have to wait a million years to see me again. And I'll be put in a box. And all I'll need is a glass of water and lots of tiny pieces of pizza. And the box will have wings like an airplane. And you ask "where will it take you?" "Home," I say.