Don’t Call Me Baby – Caroline Wilson

I am
looking for a
match
to light a fire
big enough for you to
see
and hot enough for you to
feel
and I want
the smoke to hit your eyes
and I want to see you to weep
so I can
know that you’re really
looking.

Because
I need you to see me
in the foreground
and to
notice how I’m not
coming home with splinters
or wearing socks on my hands
and the lack of
dolls on the shelf

and to believe that
I am her,
the ticklish girl who hates
peas and loves faeries and
movies in black and white,
but who
knows the strength of words
and listens to talk radio and
has opinions on things like
globalism and Descartes
even if she still cries for
Bambi and is afraid of
the dark and loves saturday mornings.

And
I need you
I’m asking you
to love me

now.

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