I am not good to you, but I would like to be
          even worse.
                    Don't be afraid.
In the right mood, I like you
          smooth, quiet,
                    & hooved.
I can tell you're a little rosy-cheeked sans-serif
          type who says things like
                    A family sounds nice.
I call it reverse Jeopardy when you ask me
          in the form of a statement.
                    In the right mind
I'd get myself all winged
          eyeliner, bright-lipped, blind-
                    folded for you. Instead
I spin the armillary sphere on your tidy desk,
          let you doze off to Neon
                    Genesis Evangelion. When you're finally
in bed, I sit crisscrossed under your desk
          with my finest crayons
                    & construction paper.
I know it's not what you meant, but here's a triangle
          dress. Here are the wheels for
                    the tricycle, here's me dotting the eyes with my fear
I am no good for you.

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