I want to write away my lines
and little foes, the plague
across my forehead, and deeper,
much worse—
the one inside my heart.

I want to slash my teeth
at all I rail against,
drink a whiskey river
when the vodka runs out
and hide in corners
I tell myself you can’t see.

And all you want is to love me,
Your little girl,
Your lost little heart,
Your everything made of nothing
but dust and dirt
but who will forever
live on
with You.