im an unattractive
candidate, i know, but
ive got a bundle full
of pencils
from all over the world
color sorted and rubber banded
doesnt this count for anything?
i love foaming hand soap
and steam rooms
breathing in laundry
until im lightheaded, spun
laundry tells a lot about a person, dont
you think?
please dont judge me
i wore a tag still on a shirt today
she caught it
cut it
with sharp shearing scissors
we talked about his tomatoes
(why cant i ever shut up)
i was planning on returning it, to
afford it, to
give it back
whats a girl gotta do in this town
to catch a break
its make or break
noodles and butter nostalgia, some
home i once had
i had a home
i cant swallow anymore, just
thick lumps and clumps and its
a poor thing, dry
noodles, i flush
them down the toilet
everythings bubbling over
pink towels, sop it
up, soak it
up, dear god, cross your fingers, dont
let me mess this
up
raccoons and radios, tan shoulders
and smooth bellies, roll over
i love your lower
back
and foaming hand soap
certain toothpaste and dry
roasted nuts
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