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a preface to the next women's revolution.
about how much i miss being in love. born on easter sunday. even when i'm smoking all the time. hialeah dirty-talk (revised). how icarus and i share consistent paths: i may be the only woman who hates sylvia plath -- i'm seventeen, melodramatic, and pissed at you (ode to miami). i've gotten used to stumbling often (or, detachment). little haiti will never be my eden. loop road (leaving behind). loop road (shooting at soda cans). my body is not my body. please god love me. the next women's revolution: because i am a sailor. the veins that line your scalp. your third chance took a week to squander. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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all i ever do anymore is fall in love with people who won't fall in love with me. not even. just in a "baby -- call-me-baby- ask-me-over" kind of way just like "baby -- you're-so-pretty-baby- you're-so-perfect-baby-" kind of. and don't you ever tell me to get over it, especially when i'm drunk because all of the good in me is directed at a sports bar bathroom mirror and saying "jesus-girl -- you're-so-pretty-girl," even when i'm smoking all the time -- "jesus-girl," you said you'd win my heart and no, you say you like me -- like your girlfriend better -- even when i'm smoking all the time and breaking everything in sight and all i want to do is love my body because so many people say they love me tell me "baby -- jesus-baby-girl," but god i'm so fat and god i'm just so i can't accept that everyone -- can't you just be insecure with me? can't you be just as ashamed when you're naked and just as sure when you're brand new? can't you ask me questions back? but all i ever do anymore is -- oh god come quickly because "oh-god-baby -- i-can-tell-you're-leaving-baby won't-even-bother-baby- because-baby," kind of just like -- even when i'm smoking all the time, jesus, girl, oh god, not even. |