Lil lamb
you are so curious
you should have remained oiled and innocent
ashed brow on a bed of golden daisies
I told you to stay right there and not move
shrinkwrapped in fairy tale
now your eyelashes
fall out one by one
and the vegetables
in the garden
rot.
she’s all over you like
decades old smoke
inside wallpaper
where’s my guillotine at
I’m fat on hate again.
