I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...
Like a caterpillar crawling
on leaves of unworthiness...
The magpie
was swooping...
Blurs of saguaro and red rock desert
And love, our easy circus come to town...
Sometimes a warm porch
simply cannot be ignored...
Sometimes in life
I wonder if giving in...
Aphrodite the goddess of love,
Hades the god of the underworld and death...
O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...
If honesty was not an option,
and humans could never lie...
What you see of me is a shadow,
I have already passed on...
Made-up words and silly faces,
Blanket forts and hiding places...
Parasitic slops
leeching kippers, draining funds...