Jennifer Hopkins

She's an easily loveable beast,
And probably knows all the answers
To why "I love you" is so much more powerful than "love you".
Dancing through concrete fields and flowered high-rises.
Her conveyer-belt tongue is rough
As it drags across highly disputed land strips.

But when I see that little girl
I know we’ve been rolling too slowly.
And the demon urges me to feed her
Before the little girl catches up.

She an energetic bathroom-wall poet
And all the world her tablet.