He is a stick figure and he jumps around my room
Screeching my name, he pokes my poker face rest
What are you doing? Who will you be? What will you eat and who will you see?
Stick boy, calm down
My stick boy still jumps around
He makes me a flower out of the poems I threw away
Takes my sunglasses, mimics my anxious gaze.
Stick boy, stop.
I smile until I can’t but laugh
I take his hand and we both jump
Up and down
Here, to there
We go out of my room
What are you doing? Who will you be? What will you eat and who will you see?
When will you know who are you?
Stick boy, I say
How are you so invested in life?
How do sad endings make your stick eyes cry?
Meat girl, he speaks
Life is all we have, all we can feel!
We jump around some more till my feet hardens, hurt
My stick boy sticks around
With his sticky, lovely heart.
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