imaginary friends writers island #4

would those be the only ones you'll ever have

because the others don't exist

oh, there was my friend who wasn't so imaginary

the friend I had when I was seven

she took me to the park 

and raped me

but maybe that was imaginary

and then I found that friend named Jesus

he was imaginary too

I remember when he said love your neighbor

that's when I knew that was through

they are so sweet to imagine, my imaginary friends

they come and go and take my breath as only they can do

they suckle close and suckle sweet and eat my pretty brain

but they are imaginary, so it's all the same

so, my wonderful imaginaries, how I love you so

Please don't stay away so long ... oh, how I miss you so