Girl in a Box

Look at me, yes me!
Unwanted, unloved, lesbian, and trapped in a box.
Girl in box,
Turn, turn, turn, surprise!

Look at me, yes me!
Today I am free.
As I emerge from a filthy wretched box
no longer a woody puppet carved.

Giuseppe and his toy?
No, that is not me, as I
slay a legion of unwashed soldiers
that stab at my heart.

With words that cut and make me bleed
in a never ending torrent of maroon puddles
that fill and become buckets of maddened fear.
I throw fear back in that little box and lock it shut.

How ‘bout you?
Who got next?
Do you still want to fuck me?
Can we have my babies?

Or do you remain in your box?
A little locked box.
Please, girl,
I beg.

I pray to a God I don’t believe in,
Let me remove you from your box.
I have the key.
Turn, Turn, Turn,

I’m waiting.
My love,
Please.
My love.

I will not wait forever.
Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn, Turn—Yearn.