i dreamed of telling you all the things i accomplished
and you dreamed of your teeth falling out
we’ll always be the same
you could be in china and me in two egg, FL
still craniums merged, twins
i breathe you breathe
and don’t forget it
because we were young
and 20 years ago feels like 100 now
i walk around campus listening to justified
a cold diet coke shimmering between my thumb and the rest of me
remembering that i’m 36
having eaten a lot of time and realizing i am not full
just old
my womb a net negative
and using my womb as an icebreaker
is already socially inept
like hello
i burn all mac and cheese
a little bit
and my playmoney goes to amazon.com
trying my luck on several retinoids
0.2% 0.3% 0.5% 1%
very strong OTC
because can you disappear me
make me 15
and give me 10
i’ll sit quietly with my lipliner undisturbed
reapplying in the mirror for no reason
while couples kiss and cuff
it’s fall,
people are lonely
and they’re playing everybody’s gotta learn sometimes by beck
just to taunt us at 75 dB
i need your love-in
like the sunshine
but isn’t it good to have nothing in your stomach?
isn’t it good to be hungry for more
and cracking fortune cookies sanguine
standing still on tarmacks
in matte black tory burch sandals
hair blowing and kissing no. 150 sugar poppy $9 with tax
when the dead ends hit my lips
annoying me romantically
and you have too many bags
full of clothes, nothing to wear
always keeping 3 journals at a time
incase you have a beautiful thought
while you’re lonely and lazy
so you can reach for it in the night
an eye closed
half asleep and
the way you keep moving
is something that makes me weak
i dreamed of a crumpled orange
made simple by olympian carpus
browning on the inside and taking its time to drip
rotting but juicy, still
like being over 30
like getting elevens in your forehead
but being too poor for botox
let it live
let the middle of me dance kinetic and furrowed
as i frown and cry through my gorgeous and harrowing life
because you deserve to know i’m sad and dreaming
and so do i
i should feel it all
it’s not sad to know
i have so much time and
you’re going to see me suck the marrow
my collagen gone in 60 seconds
over and over and over
til it’s gone
i’ll smile
i will fly places
i will be a master of none, and therefore
a god of everything
because being the smartest person in the room is like having 3 legs
useless
and you taught me that
i see girls i think of as little in big tshirts
sports bras
crispy gym shorts
lululemon scion
they have it all, and all is time
even five years ago i would have looked at them as peers
and now they are matryoshka dolls
housing all of my potential lost versions
with sylvia’s fig tree aching in the thoracic
reminding me i still have doors
but knowing my wrists won’t turn
without burning
and it may get worse
the best part is
it would all feel cool if i was skinny and smoking
as everything does
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