A Buffalo

come with me
on an adventure,
because mornings
are made from scratch.

be my bow
and I will be your arrow.

to whom
it may concern,
I'm sorry.

but sticks and stones
will break my bones.

I am more than
an emo song
on a Thursday afternoon
blind by purple me.

the prairie,
and parts of the moon
might let me  live loud
in angry commas
forever.