Sticks and stones may break my bones but I love it when you hurt me. Tell me about happily ever after, what’s it taste like? Does it taste like you? Salty-sweet with an itty-bitty bitter aftertaste? I wake up in the mornings and the lies begin. Keep your mouth half-closed tuck your tongue behind your teeth. Laugh at that joke which makes you boil. Put up that picture where her hand is just so. What a good friend. She loves me, she loves me not. What a good friend, they say, they don’t question what happened when the camera went away. Some days you dare not speak your name.