P.S.

You talk big boy
with your hands stuffed in your pockets.
But can you convince me
10 inches is worth
the possibility of a working scandal?
Is this all for a 2 out of 3 rubber bet?
Your joker smile laughs and taunts
as we trade torture tricks.
You pop your head with a click
and say that I look like a painter
inspecting a canvas when I eat.
Your words are so far fetched
I’m not sure how to take them.
But when you flick your golden hair back
and your eyes light up
I’m thinkin’ maybe you could be onto something.
Thinking maybe, you could be on to me.

by Kate Green