a series

prelude text
k doesn't want to sleep with you
why—because she thinks yr weird
oh—makes sense right?

verse 1, salute
a very long and overdue letter to
1. an exgirlfriend
2. a new governor
3. the bird that's been in my head
god—how she can pick my brain!
for my wriggling and vulnerable
pearl pink worms of thought

the word homeopathic
whenever we go home we go through
our old schoolwork and diaries and
laugh at silly tirades and butterscotch angst
simple drawings of kids on skateboards
railgrind my face against your tits

I'm bringing emo back—you other Smiths fans don't know how to act
I paint my nails black and dye my hair
there's grey coating the shower walls
practically swallow my cig
I smoke so fast that I turn into a cloud
and follow above your head all day

the caucasian new year
we're going to steal a cruise ship
tomorrow we'll do it, we deleted
our Facebooks, reclaiming our
Bookfaces at the library, grin
and bear it through
this rock river of a year