Fruitloop. A poem.I’ll borrow that phrase

Steal that word

What a laugh



She was in pain

But now she’s melted

Turned inside out

No longer a heel


Funny girl

I feel all that

Gloopy stuff

I understand


Better to smile

And rinse away

Horrors that are close

To invent funny air


Make letters that float

Into speech bubbles

Settle and fall into shapes