JELLY BELLY THUNDER THIGHS

I’m dedicating songs
to you. I’m dedicating
orgasms. I used to think
of my English teacher that way.

I used to know Pippi
Longstocking’s entire name
by heart. Now I could probably
just Google it. Remember

the bicycle gang
we created? It was cold out.
I used to be badass. Now
I’m just bad-about-responding.

I like my dreamland
Even when witches are after me.
I don’t think
you have a disease.

And I don’t have
to be fat. I don’t have to kill myself.
But I might
have to be dumb.

When I dream about your body it’s wrong
like a specific Picasso.
You should
Wikipedia that shit.