To be a Real Boy: Pinocchio
he wanted to be a real boy
less screws and plastic bits
less tiny brokenness
he wanted to be a real boy
more thick skin and hard angles
more free of these shackles
he wanted to be a real boy
stitches fading into silver scars
moonlike skin and eyes like stars
he wanted to be a real boy
prayers no longer so strong
a nose short and limbs long
he wanted to be a real boy
but he and she, one in the same
she is his prison
and he has her name
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