Pomes

Scissors are
for cutting paper,
silly.

I left
my heart
in Brooklyn,
and my
sweatshirt.

Sylvia-- why
did you
leave me?
And why
did you
take the
blender?

You make
me feel
so young
let's play
Legos

You are
as cute
as a
button
I love
buttons

I'd like to
major in you
and minor in us

Holding your
hand
is nicer
than a lot
of other things

You touch me
here
I touch you
there
We make each other
happy

Girl
Can't you see?
You're in love with
A jawline
Not a man

Your hair
Your eyes
Your smile!
Oh!
Is this love?
Or indigestion?