Tear me
from your very fabric
I’d choose new shoes
A fashion,
passion
of my very own
then I will hate you
when my clothes don’t fit
or when people
point & laugh
At the discount rack
because
I can’t afford to be
a real boy
toy with manufacturer’s
batteries gone dead
dripping acid upon
hands
irresponsible
unresponsive cloth
to mop up
lifetimes
of spilled milk
hmmm. I’m intrigued but not sure I understand completely.