Sometimes when I am nervous I twirl a thin line of my hair.
but you, you made a new case out of me.
for when I noticed you coming across the lawn
to see little granular me, my strains twirled themselves
in their own mind as my fingers stay locked at the hip sides. I watched you come across the street slow in all your grandmotherly gait
...saw you look left then right, and with a skip of a sweet girl-scout
cometh to me, straight for the jugular