i would hold on
if u were mine id tell you what to do
& which book to read & what hair-do.
i would shake you, maybe tickle you,
then splash water in your face,
id even heave a heavy water balloon
over your heart and
use your own hairpin, to pop it,
if you belonged to me.
i would take you to the best clinic;
look incredibly pleased to wait
out our lives, if it took that, in sterile rooms
for the answer to your biggest question—
“for and with what and whom?”
i would tickle your feet while you
and feed you
and even fish the scales
out of your teeth
when youd done,
if you were in my jurisdiction.
if i could grasp you
i would hold on.