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.