i am erato.

i am erato.
i’m sorry you got
to go.
i am erato.
i worried you not
i ophelia’d you not
i cleopatra-ed–
but you forgot.
i am erato.

i once was a tiny hymn
i grew it bigger
and they gave it to him.
he scored the winning shot
because i slid it to him
i was just trying to win
but i’m erato.

i am erato.
i worry you not
i am
just a little girl–
not your insult
or your enemy.
or a venom
version of a
frenemy.

i am erato.
the girl you’re not
you won’t
be my time
or place
or suddenly–
you have my face
my full on chopped off head.

i am erato.
the girl you wish
would play tho
the one you write about
the woman you wish
to ride about,
but
you can barely write about
me.
you wish out loud
and kill
for clout.
you kill
me.
out
loud.
and they scream.

i am erato

you can’t be me
or belong to me
you just write about me
and pretend not to
know about me–
or see me.

i am erato.