Molly you live
in a mansion in my mind
with hypoallergenic pets and
lighted pools and faux down
comforters clean, white
and a spigot just
one easy turn away
from pouring sauv
blanc the kind your mom
drinks I got you all set up
in there you name it it’s yours

there’s no drag in my mind
you can sit on a desk chair and
roll fast forever through the
hardwood hallways if
you need to get free
no fluctuations in my mind
warm compresses stay warm
ice cubes stay ices cubed
this world of grey folds this neural
neighborhood runs in accordance
to my very own theory
of everything generally relative
to my very own you

Molly your mansion I built it
in a corner where green
things grow and vine and blush
all the lefts are protected and
the biting bugs and
insurance policies lost
their taste for blood but
if anything does
get toothy I can be
there quicker than the blink
of an eye I’m your sugar neighbor
on every side the real estate
all around you anything
you need it’s yours

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