*****

Everything is so, so *****.
Everything is of mold,
or rust,
or flies,
or rot.
Gosh, am I ***** too?
I want to find something nice to wear,
something that will make a stranger think,
“I wonder who she is.”
Yet, all my sweaters have holes.
The black sandals I got on clearance
left stains on my socks.
How am I supposed to be loved?
How am I supposed to do well?
How am I supposed to live
if I am so *****?