Sell me, open your carriage and explode
Seven servings a day and all that water.
While you write this line drink a glass of water.
Under the bridge the troll lives. The goats walk.
Inside me you are the size of a kumquat.
The books say different things. The books talk.
I talk to you, your tiny ears not even ears yet.
I drink another glass. You wobble around.
You turn somersaults, make anagrams with your body.
You drink some of the water each time.
Everything is because of you now.
I like it. I don't like it. I can never be alone.
If you've any comments on this poem, Jessy Randall would be
pleased to hear from you.