…from the bad poetry contest…you’ve been warned…
I believe in you because sunflowers.
Because happiness speaks to me.
Because in you there is only those things I see that to me I know I’ll see again.
You golddigger. When you did you start that juice? That Elvis juice. You look skinny now.
I believe in you, but you drank my juice.
Can I drink your juice?
Let me drink your juice.
I want to need to love it, to have it in my mouth, my lovely mouth, small and round and quivering
Like a terrified goat. Kiss me and my goat, my tiny little goat, weeping with its worms.
Don’t touch my worms. They are for the soul, my lonely little soul, to eat my darkness.
Will you eat my darkness?
Because I believe in you.