once again

i could never torch it

but i could stand next to it,

and bare it

i like to wear my dolly's dresses because they are tighter
and stiffer than mine are
they hug my legs in a way that doesn't hurt

i wish daddy hadn't lit my playhouse on fire
it ate up the sky like a big melting clock
three year old spring - the only place with no hands,
gone

 

i fear that i never really had a chance