Some of My Best Friends are Styrofoam

Show me a hollow flower
with a hull of grey iron scales—
only a shell of green leaf and stem
sandwiched between the nothing
inside and its tarnished armor—
some bloodless thing I couldn't ever
hurt—and I'll show you a rare love:
mine. See I'm just nutso for puppets—
they don't say they hurt (or you hurt
them) until you say so (or say go)
in your own known voice, straight
from their own empty mouths.

Jennifer L. Knox