Target

I loved that puppy
He had green glasses

Always a new, too-short beard
And too-high ears

The sass behind the glass of his eyes
Filled me with words

He’ll never know
He was framed

Nice

What am I made of that I do now see
Sweetness and zeal has not carried me
Into the arms of a steed-mounted world
Humbly before you, a mistaken girl

Cast your hand again into the deep fire
Include a prayer to ward off The Great Liar
So the next heart may see with clearest eyes 
You were just hoping to help the girl rise 

Best

Mama would say no of you
Too tall and all
The height that is

She would wish a finer dish
In thought and walk
And more clean-talk

Mama’s heart would break in two
To see my lumber
Beside you