Notes for the journey on auto correct

   
So un-American of you    
my precious cupcake    
disappointing stale bagel    
Hair reappearing    
back through skin    
How long      
did you grow      
like Good King Henry    
Miss Guided-Reasoning    
so fresh in store  
and bought just yesterday    
     
And what's that    
hiding      
in your tummy button    
Where have these scissors been    
Who's got the instructions    
Don't say you've      
cut them up      
again    
     
Are we nearly there yet?    
Nearly, nearly there.    
     
You're all skin and bone    
but no soul to burn    
desperate bee    
with twisted wings    
flying away    
over and over    
to hit the floor    
saddest thing I    
ever saw    
More bedraggled      
every time    
I know    
I'm never going      
back to the hive    
but she seems blind     
     
Are we nearly there yet?    
Almost  
maybe,      
soon.