you chose her
you chose her and she will hurt you
and you know, too.
but love is guerilla warfare
without rules or limits.
you say I don't have enough
spark fizz bang sizzle bubble glitter pop shine moxie
that washed out paper doll girl
you wave in my face-
she has the soul of a wet paper towel.
you will never make it past the castle moat.
you will never break her cinderblock shell.
you are placing your heart on the floor
and offering it to the weight of her bare feet.
but don't worry:
you know that I
am waiting where you left me, and I
will still be here
to repair you.
24 December 2002