crossing the border

Illegal alien, I don’t belong here and I never will

I will never belong to you and you will never belong to me 

You will never touch me like my men do,

My lovers, my city of buried flowers

You’re pristine, unaffected by the

Pollution in my small town heart 

Walking, circling the neighbourhood 

Watching new tenants move in and old ones be kicked out

You stay pristine, another landlord in this small town, we discuss

I’d melt in your arms if you let me

Or if I let myself 

I would never let you close to the oven

Bake buttery cookies or be burned by it?

It’s not worth the risk, I’d rather eat our cookie batter on my kitchen floor with you.