Tears punching holes in my memory
like a page bound for the binder
where I save all I haven't said.
Pinterest my heart like a voodoo doll.
Smile, maybe the salt will dry out my acne
as I take the detour, avoiding police cars,
only to notice my cuticles bleeding,
when I had been so good, been so good,
been the mother or the child of every lover
I've ever had
— Oh fuck, I ran a red light!
No time in my schedule for regrets,
spicy noodles for dinner and forget
how there were spicy nudes of me,
baby shampoo clean, lying in bed.
I'm ok cause no one alive will see &
ingrown hairs don't hurt the dead.
That's just girly things!
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