Love, let's go to the playground

I've got itchy fingers for that monkey bar

Yellow seesaw you're looking picturesque

Up and down I go for another break down

here's my collection of fluorspar

kiss these thighs I dressed

we're both black fabric beating

screaming, crying, pushing, don't pull my hair

not in public where the children see us

it's like I'm in teacups spinning

tongue-tastes like cotton candy at the fair

where it's you and me plus

that alter ego buried beneath cedar

what a pleasant smell in your cotton

let's bury our sorrows at the playground

it hurts, I'm the bleeder

in the woodchips I've gotten

stung by your niceties so just knock me down

i'd rather take your saw-edged knuckles

so uneven, leaving blue and green

tender in the mirror watering

another hollow girl masking her struggles

can i put this foundation between

us when we're at the playground fighting

I'll wash it away in the shower