ILLEVACS DARBOT

If the world was my watermelon

you’d be my tiny white seed.

I’d probably spit you out

for fear of you growing inside me.

But next year I hope

you can be my flower

so I can pick you up,

stick you in a vase,

and wait and watch you die.

I’m sorry if you felt like my scab this year

because I didn’t mean to pick at you

till you bled.

Here’s your bandage.

You can be my scratch,

and I’ll kiss you,

pour alcohol on you,

and blow on you,

till you fell better

and then smile

as you disappear,

but miss you

when you’re gone.

- Alexia