But Trust Me, She's Warm Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

She turned green
At the joke, was it?
But no,
The joke was on her.
It hung itself
From her doorknob.
It made it hard
For the house
To make out the signs.
Waves from the sofa
Grew hills on her.
Fear swung from
Her red ears.
Was it possible
To turn
These skeletons
Into statues
For show? For show?
Her skin burns.
Her eyes itch.
Please walk with her.
Work this out with her.
She may seem
A little impossible
But trust me,
She’s warm.