she has her little creatures
plushies so sweet
she gives a little
“nyup nyup”
as she drifts
into sleep

curled like a roll
a luscious croissant
her little black nose
tiny teefs
that taunt

she’s my daemon
my heart
my raison to be –
and i –
her NPC
press X
for kisses please

toofie! people say
and i don’t know their names
but her fluff commands
adoration, acclaim

darling toofie
i love
love you so much
our world
our life
our spirits
in touch