Play On Your Own Poem by Mimi Bordeaux

It's not lonely it's not being without it's not tethered it tastes sweet honey nectar shooting up to reach heights afar can you see? Stare moon star beam your shadow upon the ones sitting alone tonight
Playing with things I have no name for alights my mind and body.
Boy came sucking his lips. I smacked him. He deserved it: naughty. His flushed face as he ran home crying seemed frank as family.
I have no family. They lost me in the last dance-my mother's funeral. She went+ I stayed home writing. It's all one can do really. Well I can.
Spark an engine motor flowing with petrol light up carburetors let's go! Brrrm!