Even the skinny moon mocks me.
My smile wanes and waxes, taxing
me in ways I cannot afford; smiles
are expensive. Soon someone else
will have to pay for every curve.
It’s a shame to swerve round
every corner, determined to hit
anything that comes your way.
I swear like a motherfucker.
A trucker stuck in a pixie’s body.
A lot of the time I starve just
to charm myself. It’s selfish
to miss your youth but my
mouth is too naive. Too old
to pout in a grown-up way.
I miss the purity of my bones,
the way they flowed like a clear day.
Fragility is a cage I want to be
trapped in. One day I might snap
and join the stars I wish upon