When you came to
and said to yourself in the bathroom
you’re sad and you’re trapped
in your lawn party
in your burning car
overturned and igniting

Well, hug the tarmac
to forget you’re not the favourite child
or take a pill, or buy a coat or pet
or better than that-
icecream flushed with chemical.

My darling, eyeless doll, you need to sleep
Your sadness is seeping out of you
beside your head, under the pillow
inside your mouth
right down to the floor

That sulky ribbon, the fog
rolls in, and when it comes to you
count your blessings with sugar
and the light – it’s like a psychic
and the red flame, the sun is a blanket;
I’m done dancing with the shadow.

Go see a shrink,
or else forget the day
or else, smear, take the body
but some get over it-

none of us buy your sadness
because whatever it was
we all are sad;
all children are.