Life Story IV
Background: I didn’t do drugs because I knew I had color outside of my lines and I’ve learned to move in one direction and then another for as long as I can take it
1.
I left him behind, behind with the horseflies and he consumed me before he had me, no, he fit me, he rubs me, he leaned over my shoulder in woodworking class and I will hurt you and I will hurt you
2.
I am almost as pristine as Cruella Deville and I will never be a heroine and I will eat cinnamon toast crunch and I will be so special and I will forever keep reaching toward the spiral sophomore notebooks
that fall for my gently rolled jean shorts and my ironic cat tattoo
green and rose colored fronds, not stamens but stems not stems but buds not buds but laurels
not laurels but some thing that all together touched
like cheerleaders committed to praying hands like cinnamon like spearmint like sick
3.
remember the times you peel dollar bills up off the floor and remember the neck tattoo of the boy you did it for and remember the sugar that went into these syrupy drinks that filled plastic pitchers in the refrigerator that someone’s mom bought take a right before the movie theater
4.
that guy and breaking into a swimming pool in a gated community and that’s why he left me behind and that’s when he always leaves me behind or maybe I left. IIt just depends on what I want to feel.
To conquer them stay between the lines.
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