My hips are bent carousels.
These painted ponies call me
the sunshine kid.
I am gold & green & just trying
to keep my legs crossed.
I am jealous of your teeth
& the way you run your tongue
over them before you touch me.
My intentions are dappled.
My mother told me that my eyes
glow too much. They are lightbulbs
planted by God, I tell her.
I cannot stop this electricity.
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