she’s His new girl,
when Grace is busy
intensely mothering.

Sweetie is the chaos maker—
always (oopsie) closer than
she needs to be, to cocks
who are not Frankie.

it’s always
me, me, me
with Sweetie.

she needs to eat
out of your hand, until
she makes a war
of you, of Frankie.

she runs
to you. Frankie
sees only
immortal flames of rage.

yes! yes—

yes.

i see you,
Sweetie.

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