Childhood

I would rather a lullaby

Whisper mockingbirds and stars

Than instruct to

Unzip a woman’s legs

I would rather clang swords

Have only one eye

Than suffer a child

Point me a tombstone

I would rather crumple snow

Fling confetti orange, brown

Than burn winter with,

A sprinkle and a shovel

I would rather count hills

On grandfather’s forehead

Than gift him two

Kings, queens, and knights

I would rather sleep in hospitals

After defeating cookie zombies

Than waking up remembering…

Nope, not a thing.