DONT GET ME STARTED ON A BLANK PAGE AND THE THINGS YOU DO TO FILL IT UP. DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY ***** MIND AND ALL THE THINGS I DO TO CLEAR THE MUCK.
CLEANSE MY ******* BODY,
IM A WASTE OF MONEY HONEY. I NEED A DEEP RINSE AND A DEEP CONDITIONING. I NEED TO RELAX. I TAKE A HOT SHOWER AND A HOT BATH. ALL SOAP AND SUDS, I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH.

YOU BURN YOUR TONGUE AND TAPE YOUR MOUTH SHUT TRYING TO KEEP THE CALORIES OUT AND AFTER YOUR FIRST NICE MEAL IN A WHILE YOU SPEND THE NEXT HALF HOUR TRYING TO TOSS IT BACK UP AND BETWEEN THE EATING TOO LITTLE AND THE EATING TOO MUCH YOU PUSH YOUR THIGHS APART SO THE FAT DOESNT TOUCH. LOOSE THE TENDER PIECE ON YOUR BELLY BUT KEEP PULLING AT THE SKIN. YOU TURN YOUR RIB CAGE RED CLAWING AT IT LIKE THAT. LATER AT NIGHT WHEN THE WHOLE HOUSE IS ASLEEP, YOU LINE YOUR NAKED BODY UP WITH THE MIRROR SO YOU CAN WEEP AND -RAGE ABOUT IT SOME MORE. ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE! GOT A ROTTEN CORE LIKE ALL THE FOOD HIDDEN IN YOUR DRAWERS.
ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE!
ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A ******* EYE SORE!

You call me alarmist
Because I say what I have heard.
You call me socialist
As if it were a ***** word.
You call me communist
Like this is nineteen fifty two.
You make an epithet
Of anyone who contradicts you.

You call me coward
Because I hate war so much.
You call people ******
If men should hug or touch.
You call people terrorists
If they don't worship your way.
You seem to hate the poor
Wish they would just go away.

You have a list of names
You use instead of using specifics.
You have a list of behaviors
You consider to be extra terrific
Like making fun of races
And calling starving people losers.
Make laws against cannabis
While you are a bunch of boozers.

You use Christianity
Like membership in the Rotary.
Won't take your credentials
To be verified by a legal notary.
You hide your profits
And brag about your successes
And become homicidal
If you get anything but yesses.

It's a sick world you sell
With your hate filled speeches.
Surely this is not what
Your spiritual leader teaches.
There is so much disdain
And even evil in what you do.
Let us all hope and pray
Our kids don't turn out like you.

Right when I lit it she said,
"You're gonna regret it"
But I could already smell the smoke, I said "I swear to god I won't"

It takes longer to fall asleep when someone else is in the room.
I've had sleep overs with ghosts,
I swear to god I have
because the mattress was creaking
when I wasn't moving
and the lights turned off
when my eye lids were drooping.

velvet scrunchie
balled up money
I feel funny I feel funny
wet feet
dead meat
you and me
are dead meat

ripped tights
bug bites
another street fight
my wings are damp kites
forgot a light,
can I *** yours?

scratched disks,
you are the sound I missed when the record skipped

someone said I belong in a trash bin
broken chin
crooked grin
too thin too thin
tattoos made with a safety pins

yes she was star lit,
lying face down on the carpet
I love her this way
wish she'd pass out here everyday

I got voicemail again!
I write these letters
and you never respond
would you like me better if I said something nice about your sweater?

I feel sick again
fever, chills, muscle aches
it only happens when you flake
it only happens when you flake
I think I have the flu
ya I probably do
this cant be heart break
no it cant be heart break

you call me glum chum
I think I know why
I haven't smiled in awhile
I have scars on my thighs
I drink wine, get high
spill about how much I hate life

you call me glum chum
but I wipe crumbs off your
mouth with my thumb
don't play dumb
don't play dumb
also don't swallow your gum

they make goodbyes
sound easy
when they're at your door
late at night
and they scream your
name like a warning
from the bottom
of the staircase
you leave them,
until apologies make
your tongue as raw as
saw-dust
those nameless boys
the one's with
smoky breath,
they write your name
to the skies
constellate it to their
forefingers and cross it
over their forehead
like a baptism
those boys with hands
that eat like worms
at the dying heart
of your feelings
no, they don't love you
only death can
love you,
nameless girl
with the
countless faces.