if Pinocchio had a sister
it would be me
because i'm
made of wood
not even in one piece
and rather
something more
dingy
if Pinocchio had a sister
it would be me
because only
the glue in your
shop joins my body together
from the
neck down to the
knee
if Pinocchio had a sister
it would be me
because i'm
made to give
love not receive it like
rocking chairs
and flutes and
diaries
it pains me to think this
but being a toy is exhausting
because
i can't feel my
heart
but i know
it's beating fast
and
i can't talk
since your pristine hands
painted my mouth
instead of building it
to move
since i can't say things
to you
it's impossible to explain
why i'm broken
in the first place
so look into my
round,
bluebird eyes
like you
always do
as you fix me
late at night with a
flickering
candle by your
side
you take care
of me
and i break
on my own because
of it
