be my friend?

i feel bad for kids who write love poems
when they have no friends, i can do better:

your face shines like the bright side

of the moon, who needs a dark side
anyway, and when you look

shiny at me i like the way you

hold your hair; hold my hand? say,

where are you from alien girl,
did you come out of that horrible
hole in the sky? most likely not,
most likely you drifted in on pearly
ocean waves, can you sing me an
ocean song? what i really like
(i lied before) are your pink petal
eyelashes when i can feel them
fluttering a perfect goodbye; no,
this is not a love poem, mommy
told me they’re bad for me, but
it’s warm outside, will you play with me?