Lay me down like a fantastic plaything, by Abby Klinkenberg

Abby Klinkenberg is a Berlin-based writer and sapphic poet. Her poetry has been published in Coldnoon: Travel Poetics and has otherwise been gifted directly to the public of Chicago, Berkeley, and Berlin on typewritten index cards. She is an introverted Leo and holds a degree in English lit from UCLA. Follow her on Instagram @abbyklink where she posts selfies and beautiful words (sometimes).

Lay me down like a fantastic plaything
And mumble over my goosebumps sweet nothings
Enthusiasm of a summer morning wrapped in dragonflies and daffodils
An emerald emergency of the weeping flesh 
Carve your initials in my back 
With bitten-down fingernails
As the tides rush wantonly towards the shores

Why doesn't the moon pull all of their pennies out of their hiding places?
Or even a few centimeters to the east, then west, then east 
Quiet metal sliding over wooden floors back and forth forever
Elemental but ordinary