I am white
like your teeth-
not quite white enough
and a little crooked.
Broccoli bets stuck in my cracks.
I am a lovers touch,
cold and clammy,
with one scratchy nail and dirt
under my cutiles.
Almost comforting, but not quite.
I am a window pane
smudged and unwashed.
Put your sticky fingers on me and
they may never get washed off.
I am a delicate bird,
Nature loudly chirping in your face
at some ungodly hour!
You want to shoot me with a BB gun
and let your cat drag me,
twitching,
to your porch.
I am the key to a special door-
your car door.
Your locked car door.
And you can see me on the
outside of
your window,
swinging smugly from the
ignition where you left me last
night.
Although I am small and metal,
I am...
laughing at you.
by:megan ryan
