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I'm too sensitive for this world/this foot locker
Oh right, the bomb
Sorry so boring 300-year-old wiener dog China teacups rimmed in gold Oh right, underwater Backwards somersault, no Outside w/ the flowers Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like it matters 9th grade Metallica disaster Cutest hottest-pink dress ever Janie / not Janie / not over Summer that bled into forever See that backslash that’s the gash in my left arm See that scar that’ll always be there Janie’d be like, so show me so stop doing it So eat something, J So coconut cake bonne bell You shoved it in my face / posted on my wall Smell it, smells like a memory Smells like a fake cake This metal gate has been a gift to me That metal guy at the party with the long hair and the gift for Piercing the beer can / swallowing it all in one gulp Was that the first time He like, put his arms around me from behind Somehow I willed it to happen w/ my mind & then there was / a porch swing Macbeth, my whole life, my death, everything I was bored so I decided to undress you w/ my mind
I like being a lil bit mean to Stephen Wearing things that look architecture-y Eating apple pie with my ice cream I guess I couldn’t help it I imagined my wedding brunch on the tabletop catalog spread called “A Perfect Match” Girls at work who uptalk on the phone, girls who don’t She asks me where I live in New York City I don’t live there, I don’t live anywhere Clip art of a nine-year-old girl climbing a tree leaning on her elbow skinning her knee VP of Creative sending an email with the subject line “The Future” You calling my tampon a “little mouse” as you pulled it out Previous versions of these poems have appeared in As It Ought to Be |
