Writers Jam

my horror is a stubborn little boy
and i'm trying to teach him to love
things that are not ice cream.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
he says he hates me
because i always leave him behind.

but i don’t understand,
i got him his ice cream,
what more could he want?

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
i tell him to stop crying,
that his hurt hurts me more.

he
says: no.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
i leave him in the fridge,
he has a fever.

my horror is a stubborn little boy
and he’s hard to love.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
he begs me not to go,
afraid i'll be eaten alive
by the monster under his bed.

he fears the monster under his bed,
i am the monster under his bed.

my horror is a stubborn little boy
and i'm terrified of his grappling hands,
terrified of being touched
by another skin /
such as his.

my horror is a stubborn little boy,
and he has no name.

my horror is a stubborn little boy
and he is screaming in my head.
he wants to go home
but i have no place
to leave our shoes at the door.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
i take him to the ferris wheel.
he tells me to jump.

i squeeze his hand twice instead.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
he wants more ice cream.

but i can’t afford a place to stay,
the ice cream has to melt.

my horror is a stubborn little boy
and he’s scared to sleep at night.
he knocks at my door
that i never leave ajar.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
so i'm taking him out for a walk.
i'm showing him the way to the trees,
the ways of my survival.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
he reaches for my hand
and i do not pull away.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
he has been waiting
to come home.

my horror is a stubborn little boy.
and he is my home.