Today she told me she made it through every
try out round for
America’s Next Top Model and when
she went home to tell her girlfriend that she made it on the show,
she got her face beat in so bad, Miss Jay didn’t even
recognize her the next day.
She wasn’t on the show.
——
Today is roses,
wilted petals,
flowers from I-don’t-know-where
that have landed in our bathroom,
have sunk themselves in an empty bottle of ***
two handles on the side,
the better to smell them with.
——
Today I am covered in a museum collection of
bug bites and lumps and
scratches and bruises
and leg rashes
and I don’t know where anything has come from,
not even
me.
——
Today he asked me how the poetry is coming.
I said it is slow.
——
Today I wanted to kiss a boy because it was his birthday,
and I don’t think he’s ever kissed a girl before,
and I think he should
if he wants to
on his birthday.
——
Maybe I will tomorrow.
——
Today has barely begun, is three hours in
was 6 minutes too late to buy
gas station beer
but we bought two cigarillos
and on the drive back,
talked to three kids who had just seen a UFO.
I missed it.
——
Today he threw a tomato at my face,
and it slid off and landed on the floor with a splat as I screamed.
There were customers.
——
Today I had to explain why I keep
leaving people.
I have to be alone, I said.
——
Today I dressed for myself.
Thank God.
——
Today I listened to country music and covered my ears
because they hurt but also it hurt
to not listen to it with my Dad in the truck, driving
anywhere
but today I picked a boy up and taught him how to swing me around
and he picked me up and spun me in his arms and
I think that’s how you do country.
——
Today my cis, male, white, Mormon, wait-till-marriage-to-have-sex English teacher
talked about **** shaming
and the patriarchy
and he gets it
and thank God.
——
She is auditioning to model, again.
There is no one to take her face away.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
Today she told me she made it through every
try out round for
America’s Next Top Model and when
she went home to tell her girlfriend that she made it on the show,
she got her face beat in so bad, Miss Jay didn’t even
recognize her the next day.
She wasn’t on the show.
——
Today is roses,
wilted petals,
flowers from I-don’t-know-where
that have landed in our bathroom,
have sunk themselves in an empty bottle of ***
two handles on the side,
the better to smell them with.
——
Today I am covered in a museum collection of
bug bites and lumps and
scratches and bruises
and leg rashes
and I don’t know where anything has come from,
not even
me.
——
Today he asked me how the poetry is coming.
I said it is slow.
——
Today I wanted to kiss a boy because it was his birthday,
and I don’t think he’s ever kissed a girl before,
and I think he should
if he wants to
on his birthday.
——
Maybe I will tomorrow.
——
Today has barely begun, is three hours in
was 6 minutes too late to buy
gas station beer
but we bought two cigarillos
and on the drive back,
talked to three kids who had just seen a UFO.
I missed it.
——
Today he threw a tomato at my face,
and it slid off and landed on the floor with a splat as I screamed.
There were customers.
——
Today I had to explain why I keep
leaving people.
I have to be alone, I said.
——
Today I dressed for myself.
Thank God.
——
Today I listened to country music and covered my ears
because they hurt but also it hurt
to not listen to it with my Dad in the truck, driving
anywhere
but today I picked a boy up and taught him how to swing me around
and he picked me up and spun me in his arms and
I think that’s how you do country.
——
Today my cis, male, white, Mormon, wait-till-marriage-to-have-sex English teacher
talked about **** shaming
and the patriarchy
and he gets it
and thank God.
——
She is auditioning to model, again.
There is no one to take her face away.
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