The Child is not my Sun

of Strobelights and Pastureland

Fieldgirl digital artpiece by Author (prints for sale)

She tries to look pretty, sort of fresh in the eyeballs
Hair not too salty, innocence on scrape
He tries not to look like a boy in the mirror this time, but somehow a man when he gives his next go
She gives her gum to chew on, bids him smoke cloves with her
He nervously wonders about changing his name
The house where his hail comes from, monsters and miles away
He…