knee high socks

you made me into a pingpong ball 
& put my in your mouth.
all the chickens are automated
& the eggs come out as shrapnel.
a dog inside the dog house. a house
inside the god dog. i tell you the story
of the monk cheese & you paint
an angler fish on my teeth. in the ocean
the fish are all gossiping about me.
i saw another shadow man & he was
trying to bring me groceries.
i told him, "i don't need those.
i have my own." there is not enough money
to be a person. i sell my fourth wall 
& let the gods have at me.
doll house little lover. that is what i am.
dress me up in tin foil elegance.
i look into your eyes & watch as they
become young instars. the milkweed 
weeps & weeps until there no more milk.
i once fed my iphone to a dragon.
the dragon coughed & begged
for it all to stop. i open my venmo to find 
fifty dollars i forgot i had.
i'm rich now. buy my a boat. buy me
a planet. i tried to make a sling shot
from rubber bands in the junk yard.
there was a poet there claiming he knew
how to rhyme in a way that doens't sound
cheesy or sing-song or like it's taking itself
way too seriously. he was wrong. 
i put on my girlhood to get something i need.
in the attic is where the father lives.
you ask me how i feel about the word, "daddy"
& i respond "knee high socks."
did all of our fathers put goldfish 
in our soup? mine told me,
"eat them, they are drowning."