I am crossing my legs so that they are a triangle, not a pretzel
I am sitting on your floor
You are on your computer
You are typing a message to a girl
You spell everything quick
You don't care about vowels
You are a silent masterpiece.
I am pressing my fingers
Into the carpet I am pretending the carpet
Is a shallow ocean because I am a giant
And when I move around I create invisible tsunamis
That could make very small things die.
An instance in which I get mine
When you are sleeping I will
Put Velcro down your back
And behind your knees
I will also put Velcro on the front of me
I will creep behind you
And I will spoon you very hard.
And when you sit up in the morning
I will be stuck to you
You will be terrified
But you will never find out
Who it is
About the author:
Savannah Louise lives in Minneapolis. She has work at Titular Journal, Theives Jargon, and Dogzplot. She blogs at www.savannahsulks.blogspot.com.
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