I
wanted
to
be
the
way
the
cat's
fur
must
feel
like
next
to
the
grass

I
wish
I
had
told
that
girl
to
dump
that
guy
that
time
at
the
movies

death
is
unfair
one
hundred
years
with
you's
never
enough
death
is
unfair

baby
honey
babe
babes
bae
sweetie
sweetness
sweet
tart
sweet
cheeks
boo
heart

I
was
poured
a
strong
case
of
the
mondays
with
a
little
room
for
megrims

cobwebs
my
grandmother's
bed
the
way
the
grass
smells
in
may
a
low
moon

I
write
about
you
because
your
lips
your
legs
your
whiskers
in
my
mouth

and
then
I
said
you
got
this
thing
babe
whatever
it
is
you
got
this

he
gives
good
hugs
he
gave
me
a
fine
one
I'll
dine
on
that
tonight

I
lean
into
her
slow
quiet
talk
her
words
sift
through
my
hair
like
breeze

my
skin
grew
hot
as
his
coast
of
marseilles
came
over
the
wind
to
me

the
sky
broke
open
then
called
all
the
colors
sang
some
tears
and
I
was
there

I
always
wanted
to
be
the
boy
in
the
boy
and
his
dog
story

he's
not
mine
but
I
appreciate
that
he
lets
me
borrow
him
sometimes

it
was
about
how
his
barn
had
burnt
down
and
now
he
could
see
the
moon

the
color
of
peaches
and
pumpkin
seeds
her
little
lips
looked
up
at
me

the
crack
of
the
slap
sounded
but
what
I
heard
was
the
breaking
of
her
heart

I
whispered
I
love
you
into
his
lips
his
whiskers
shook
with
my
breath

I
was
the
my
little
pony
left
in
the
yard
sparkly
strong
alone

I'd
fallen
from
a
high
height
but
all
I
could
do's
stand
up
and
climb
again

I
sat
in
the
shade
of
the
tree
but
in
the
bright
spots
where
the
sun
cracked
through

I
let
the
mountains
in
my
mind
settle
and
the
clouds
form
around
their
peaks

I
called
everything
I
did
love
and
love
holds
us
in
an
iron
grip

-a.m. o'malley

I
love
you
so
much
I
wanna
tell
you
all
the
time
all
the
time

I'd
listen
to
the
walls
if
they
could
talk
I'm
sure
they'd
have
plenty
to
say

oh
poem
don't
take
your
love
from
me
please
don't
quit
me
stay
poem
stay

moon
stars
feather
rose
apple
palm
tumbleweed
unicorn
werewolf

his
magic
mind
doesn't
feel
anything
american
flag
is
behind

-cat power

rita 

is 

the 

golden 

joan 

and 

maggie 

is 

the 

velveteen 

rabbit 

collage
her
life
fodder
she
destroys
things
so
she
can
build
them
back
up

she
could've
taken
her
broom
or
a
dragon
but
tonight
she
chose
to
walk

your
skin
feels
good
under
me
I
enjoy
your
pleasure
more
than
my
own

the
smell
of
chlorine
from
the
pool
a
ripe
sun
hot
tar
between
the
toes