Dweebet

I believe in little girls in white lace veils shot in black and white a dusty prayercard hidden next to an ultrasound photo in my dictionary open-armed angels Birthday letters scrawled from A girl all endless knees and elbows and bruises who pummeled her pain into sneering girls in white uniforms Until she found herself In a little black box that promised to forgive All the years until she was a woman Who hid money under sofa cushions Showing me her vulnerability in the moonlight under a creamy cloud of air Whose raspy voice, escaping from a telephone, scolded me for not studying my catechism Who pretended that shifting portrai

I believe in little girls in white lace veils shot in black and white a dusty prayercard hidden next to an ultrasound photo in my dictionary open-armed angels Birthday letters scrawled from A girl all endless knees and elbows and bruises who pummeled her pain into sneering girls in white uniforms Until she found herself In a little black box that promised to forgive All the years until she was a woman Who hid money under sofa cushions Showing me her vulnerability in the moonlight under a creamy cloud of air Whose raspy voice, escaping from a telephone, scolded me for not studying my catechism Who pretended that shifting portrai