ZoeBee

I want to thank every man who ever doubted me aloud
Just because I could rock a crop top better than you ever could
Thank you for reminding me that my passion has no limits
I will compress your coal hatred and turn it into diamonds

They say to add seasalt to garnish desserts
But my tears cut in finer than butter
Salty, not sweet
I don't taste my confections
The tears trickle down cheeks and into my mouth like a fountain called Misery

Every day I audition for your love
Attention 
Devotion
Get up with a new monologue I wrote while asleep
"Hey"
"Nice weather outside today, huh"
"I like your shirt"
"So, do you like bread?" (Damnit Zoe)

"I must be quite handsome"
Thought the little duck
"For they sculpted me in bronze and give me little knitted hats in the winter" 
He primped his feathers in the mirror of the statue's webbed feet
"I must be a fine duck indeed

I feel like a crap poet today
My ideas are slow and my similies strange
My metaphors suck like lollipops
See
There are too many words and too few ideas
Too many adverbs and too few adjectives
Too many toos and too few fews

The first thing I notice
My toes are still frostbitten
Stained purples and blues, I can follow their watercolor footprints
The nails are gnarled and a shard of shrapnel dances across my ankle