Secrecy, be my housekeeper, please.
My dirty dishes need a good scrub
and the hate mail I must answer
needs a better cursive.
Amuse me with your mock drawl.
And teach me how to curse in Taiwanese.
Do these few things
and I’ll be your dark proverb,
your prodigy of shadow.
I will forfeit my adolescence
for your yellow glove.
Keep me company
while I watch you watch me suffer.
The truths we could tell
will line the cage of my hamster
who is forever chugging on the wheel.