depathologize me and take my face with you. won’t need
these               eyes to see
clinging onto your thick adult hand and vitamin pills in it.

take me to school so they can see me writhe on the linoleum
like a              cluster of snakes. miss class
secretary, you gave birth to the village idiot in a princess

costume. play three songs for me and make sure they’re
all            shitty. cover your ears
when I start splitting my fingers on the piano keys.

give me that paper bag. now no one has to see the face
that looks               nothing like you
that makes strange contortions when the music stops.

no, keep playing it. keep playing
the shitty               music
and make sure you keep laughing.