Buy me socks, don't make me need you
I prefer to walk alone, woolen and warm
one foot on the ground, softly.
Don't look at me that way -
you're only blocking my view.
I might miss something, just there
behind your right ear, a frog prince leapt.
Stop talking so I might hear him
as he slaps his rubbery spread toes
splashing onto thick flat pads of purple lilies.
Please don't love me. It will just
turn into garbage day, mounds of old
musty newspapers full of such useless
recyclable drivel. Breakfast in bed
should not have much to do with food.
So go ahead, feel free