No 'mistakes'
she was all of 9
no, a month older.
she killed her parents
she killed her parents !
she hated to be loved
she loved to be alone
she killed them
her lips shone whore red
she killed them

her bald blond barbies loathed her
she loved them
she hung them in her closet
and she hung her little old Christmas stockings o'er their bald faces
she loved them

her old laughing monk
derided her all the time
she loved him
she loved to see him swinging on his belly
she softly pulled out one of his legs
she loved him

her 'low rise' dog
barked every time she sang a poem
she loved him
she painted him daisy yellow
and stuck a bone in his li'l loud mouth
she loved him

her first mother loved her first father
her first father loved her second mother
they all stayed together
they all loved her
they so lovingly called her 'miss take'
she loved them
she killed them all.