Poetry by the Emo Child

My Cat Would Eat Me if I Were Small

Pippy doesn't fool me
Late at night, when she curls up
Beside my Sylvia Plath action figure...

Were I the size of a mouse
Slash, slice, chomp--I'd be done
Not that anyone would care
Except my tarantula would starve.

I let Pippy sleep in my room each night
They say keep your friends close,
and your devil-spawn, clawed beasts
Even closer.