Kanoodle

	Secrets are fun but unkeepable, little pieces of awesomeness. Giving them away is a crime, but I’m too young for jail. The pandemic that sweeps through the stifling hot air, burning in sweat It was like the bunny that was standing over my bed Screaming the words, breaking me like an untamed horse But I rejected hate and violence and I kanoodled about Until mum said we had to leave I like to imagine being there In tacky movies Songs with crappy Casio beats And the enjoyment of the occasional surprise Yeah, I’d go there.