I just want to be petty for once.
Turn around and spin you around
and clutch away your time.
Each second your eyes shine silver
and glisten, lustful under the
parasols of those time-grown lashes,
I want to claw them out. The
time you give the mirror, is mine. Your
breaths, your words, they are
mine. Your hands with sweat softened,
swollen fingers, the time they
spend patting the flyaway hair in place,
each minute each second my
heart beats in yellow bruised bile resurgence,
my ribs constricting in their own
spineless reptilian imitations. Petty, I know. I don’t
want much else. Throw away your
combs, throw them out of Rapunzel’s tower, and hide
your manners in the households
governed by ivy, convened in sun-cracked stone. Just
give me your time, your words
and intent. Give me your patience and hours and seconds.
Give her your heart and gift him
your love. Just throw me your stopped watch today.