On second thought, maybe I do need to come over and get my contact cleaner.

On second thought, maybe I do need to come over and have new laundry to do.

I’d laid out on the concrete before

to feel the world still.

I laid out on the concrete before, to watch the flowers sprout against their will.

The concrete cold, the flowers still,

Would hold up against a frozen frill

Orange, pink and dainty still, they’d brush hard and happen still.

Chula, hermosa

I’m having a fit

wearing orange uranium and holes in my skin

the stockings ripped between my toes and they’d notice,

before I’d even go down to think to have blown them

a cat call would throw me into a suicidal trumpet

I’d go down the street and yell from my hips

they’re big and swollen, and so are my tits

i finally understood how bad my own words hurt

I hadn’t for awhile thought of scars and things

until the second I saw blue on my skin,

And I thought what a badge of honor it was to be able to get blistered vessels in my skin, like the blisters around my eyes from not sleeping.

The more the blue ate it’s way at me, the prettier I felt.

Blistered skin that made me melt.

Blue fixations, like ornaments and...

I breathe myself and eat blood in my sleep.

A little more collected than usual

A little more sure than normal

You and I are suicidal stolen art

Pretty moments sews

Stitches into all your bitches broken hearts

You can pretend you don't miss me

You can pretend you don't care

All you wanna do is kiss me

Oh what a shame I'm not there

Somebody new

Is gonna comfort you

Like you want me to

Somebody new

Is gonna comfort me

I mean, what would you do if I wanted to duplicate myself?

Would you sow yourself together?