i want to be a better teaspoon,
this is how to make a scone. this is
where the blueberries run frozen & wild.
i swallow them & pretend they're hemlock.
hem my lips like the purple skirt--
the locket i made from bottle caps.
occasionally i mark my height on 
the expanse of my forearm. i'm little.
a pairing knife. the pairing knife you 
use to make thighs out of pears.
i don't eat pears but peaches will
do just fine-- only the pits. i want 
to bear a tree & call her daughter
until she grows hair. i'll cut 
it off to sell for wigs. oh what
a pair, what a pair of earrings. 
i only wear one earring at a time
so that i'll always be off kilter--
who wants to be balanced. i'd sell
the moon for this-- a wad of washing
machine dollars. oh love oh love 
will you go in the second drawer--
that's where i left the picture frames,
they're good for plating cheese 
& crackers. a party. have i told
you that you part me? a clove of
garlic-- one chamber of a heart.
i think of the muscles of a skinned
rabbit, all exposed. a teaspoon
in your mouth. when i eat peanut butter
i measure it out in table spoons.
in tables-- spread the table,
wheat toast, take off my crusts.
i'll do better. i'll get better 
& call it a body. i eat standing up. 
i'm good at making
scabs happen. there was this
boy in high school, no, middle school.
there was this girl in middle school,
no high school. oh yes, well
a brick of butter, your chest
a pan. oh yes.