pink drool
blue eyes
he's a precious one
i want my lipgloss
and a stable mind
we are overcrowding these brains
a pair of scissors
and a sink full of hair
i look how i feel now
wrecked
and incomplete
jeans split at the knees
frayed and worn
worm your hand through
and stretch the nylon over
he doesn't want my lipgloss
and he has a stable mind
but oh
he is a precious one

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شِعرin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]