tiny girl

tiny tufted insect girl
you sit soft
and solo
savor the world
from your seat
safe secure
perched upon
the davenport,

I worry yet,
twist
with fret,
if you should
drop off
this couch,
(I’d protest
be bereft)

you’d be
stepped on
smeared,
smashed
to custard
by brutal
feet,

what’s left?
not much,

ouch
ouch
ouch!