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Poly-zilla

She says she doesn't get polyamory

and I return back to reading just me,
just me at the tender age of six by
Silverstein as a curious little creature.

How I rolled my eyes getting older

hearing myself getting called
a home wreck or a fuck boy,

I would imagine myself growing
tall, stomping around restaurants
shoving human beings down the
well of my throat in one go

FYI: i'm not Poly-zilla.

So I asked her, how do you feel
when the sun begins to shine?

then she proceeded to tell me
how everything becomes light
and instantly feels joy watching
flowers blooming once again

then I asked her, how do you feel
when the moon begins to shine?

then she proceeded to tell me
it reminds her about wrapping up
warm at night, the way fireworks
can still paint bright colours
in dark winter skies

I finally respond saying; your face
brightens up as you speak about
sunshine and moonlight

then she fell into silence,

I said there's many ways
to love human beings as
they bring out different
parts of you,

FYI: it doesn't
make me
Poly-zilla.