Love Song (to an Inanimate Object)
Looping circles, liquid circles,
You
A lazy sway
Dancing in place
I close my eyes and I'm eight
You
Circling, circling,
Lolloping
We never have to stop.
Plastic and cheap, around and around,
You
I wear you out, I buy a new you
Circling
The music ends
The next one starts
We lollop, we loop, we undulate.
You.
