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 more