Can I candy?
Eye candy I am green eggs and spam spattering in the fry pan’s grease.
Peace, I never knew it; I never found its island shore.
What a bore floating slack, as the silent tide changes tune.
I want to swoon and feel my heart beat fast, feel the lips of another lover’s empty past, another mask carved out of mud and thatch.
I want to smile and mihi to the moon, tint my skin with glitter, then we two can match.