Self song

I am small and don't want much at all.
I live in a striped quilt
And curl up near the door. Grandpa tripped
On me and broke his jaw. I drop
My doll's head in the cake.
I always wear pink.
I smile in school and dunk
My own curls in the ink.
I share my lunch with the tarantula.
I think that two and two is five
And clap when someone dies.

Some nights the moon opens her smile
Into the full O of surprise.
I want to kiss that mouth,
To follow it like a wave,
To jump out the window
In my best dress, drag the baby by his big toe.
It is time to play house with the wolves.
To make a sound.
To be proud.
It is time to make Mother care.
There is mud on the moon.
There is blood in my blond hair.