“We Found Love” by Rihanna
Am I being loud?
What is your favorite noise?
Let me know, so I can
make myself like it too.
I’m exiting, not exciting.
The tightness in my back
brings back memories of flying.
Instead I bite my cheeks and cry.
Gold and golden
picking.
Scribbling and turning up
the scary noises in the heater.
A flittering like wings
floods my imagination.
The breath feels warm and like a balloon
and I can listen to growls.
