What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
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What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
City of Shoulders
Your fountains bring tears, your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.
She contemplates bangs,
a different color, hair
as reinvention.
With more handlers than
Lindsay, their paparazzi –
parents; stalkers – tots.
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.