see jane run

[vagabond]

she thinks i love her                            
i don't                                     hah, but is that true or denial.
but i'm cradling
that belief—
it'll make touching her easier         the verse as a whole is creepy. the thought if and then how the subject could have made the girl love him/her. 

she's nine but smells like thirteen—
strawberry Lip Smackers
and Love's Baby Soft perfume—
the shit parents gift their budding daughters
to mask the musk of first periods

i don't like em young                i perceive this as a break, as if the subject is waking from his dream, trying to fight back desire
i don't like anyone                                      by lying to himself, helplessly. and you could not have put it in a more essential way.

but i can get her
to perform on command
like she's hypnotized—
i snap my fingers
and smile
as she heels to me                         

—such a good girl—

i love
to watch her run

It's May. Let the workshopping begin. This one was written for day one, NaPM 2017)

so.. the workings of a child molestor. the two longer verses are so descriptive that i feel as if watching it from inside the subject´s head trailing along the obsession.

 does the girl run to or from him in the end? PM me if you want to answer but don´t want to reveal secrets

anyway, i don´t see how this poem could improve by change, i think it is good as it is.