may 2016.

i wish my life looked slightly simpler
like fresh blooms

in antique Vases other
women seem to find

other women: i’ve never
even bothered to consider

since when was i a woman
anyway

since april 1999

last time i slept a full night

since that
time, do
you
remember

hahaha

i don’t remember or buy flowers
i receive them, i just dry them

they hang from stupid nails
in kitchen cabinets

i’m waiting to have painted,
i don’t know, by anybody else

somebody i can pay
to nail the pieces of the house back

just Fuck it,
fuck it, fuck it

clear the
trees so i don’t have to

buy me flowers i’ll let die and
leave to rot in rooms i’ll never see complete

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