Patron Saint

I am the patron saint of abandoned little girls;

made of porcelain am I

(so beautiful. That you bronze.)

I am the patron saint of little girls who loved hurtful boys;

I am the only little girl

who has died

sweetly enough

and come back and say it this way.

God is chasing me,

I think

beating

and bending me down

(me and my flexible lower back).

I am the patron saint of little girls

who run faster

when they are being chased.