Little monster is what I call you
Bring that snakelike heart over
With you, giftwrapped to the
Yankee Gift Swap you call friendship.
Hold the poisonous tongue
You tell yourself is a shield,
& like Captain America
You, a hero, read from a script,
Rehearsing home everywhere.
In the palms of sawdust hands
Each encounter is a threat
And every threat, unnerving grace.
You will find a treasure in every face.
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