Betty White, can I cry
on your shoulder?
 
My breasts are like
mood rings, they
already understand.
 
I want to wear a mood
ring as an adult
and not feel ashamed.
 
I want a thick friendship
bracelet long enough
to cocoon myself in.
 
I want to hide in the
dark with VHS tapes.
 
Somewhere there is
a twin bed who knows
who I really am.