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
lay blindfolded,
and feed you
popcorn
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.
