Be Sweet
marie lascu
No taste for the bitter
drink, I wet my lips,
I take a deep breath.
A casual stare can burn
hard images into a boy's brain.
So I just smile, I nod, feeling like
a small girl in
grown-up land.
Now my thoughts run blank,
twitching, I cross my arms to
keep me steady.
Unsteady,
I want my dreams,
keep these eager hands away,
push their voices into boxes
made of whispers.
To be alone, to be sweet.
