My little sister’s birthday is coming up. Turns out I’m really bad at keeping my gift ideas a secret. Over our chat, my evil fingers told her all about what I’m making for her. Well, sort of making. Aspiring to create. I think she’ll still be surprised. Provided I learn robotics posthaste.
While my sister and I were chatting on gmail, my boyfriend asked what I was doing. My evil mouth told him I was writing a poem. I don’t know why I said that. I don’t write poems. Now he wants to read my poem and that’s fine. A chat is a chat is a poem.
Is there a Joannes near you?
acmoore only has small bits of fabric
there’s a joanne’s around here.
what do you need?
i want to make something
something you’ll cherish forever
i will make you a pillow that is a life size me!
and i’ll put a voice box in her
and powerful remote control
and make her move
That’s just creepy
she’ll only speak in singsong
and she’ll always have different clothes on. Your clothes.
and sometimes she’ll sleep under your bed
sometimes you won’t see her for days
then she’ll just be there in your fridge
in your car
at your cubicle
I’m going to have nightmares
oh and pillow hailey will age
and you’ll need to feed her
Is pillow Hailey real Hailey
you’ll never know