Audrey, Paul, and Frank

You told me to wait.
You told me to cut my hair and in return
I would look like Audrey H.
I clutched those scissors tightly in bed.

You told me we'd swing together behind my house
and watch my parents spin around the kitchen floor,
all the while sipping cokes, because that's
what Frank O would have wanted.

You told me you liked blue eyes.
So I closed my lashes and made a wish.
A wish that Paul N. would come
knocking at my door.

And in my naiveness I was spent.
erasing your syndicating psycho-ness
from my figurative mind,
I told you to "fuck off."