ridding i wished i could paper-airplane my face away. then, all into the night, my sleeves sang like song birds. no sleep. you were promising that we would have the big big house & the icing. licking my fingers, you told me i wasn't a lady. i looked down to find myself in the body of a feral child. all my words turned to beetles & crawled out of my skull. i believe in ice berg poetry. how a word can surface to show a deeper depth & a danger. i crash cruise ships into trees. no one is on them. i am a wad of pink. yes, please, swaddle me aluminum & call me never ever ever.