Sweet and tender
in the dark, my
pink body thin
and thinner.
The wild noise
of my bones,
my yellow hair
by candlelight.
I am the youngest
one, I am the
first season
of the year.
I am not from
around here.
Call me by
my other name
and let me move
your blood.
I’m not trying
to make you
brittle- I’m just
so lonely,
like this,
Half the time
in my
terracotta house.
Half the time in
My bunker
underground.
What would
happen if
the world
Were to end
right now?
For you,
I’m not so sure.
As for me,
I think I might
just keep on
growing.