loud poetry from a quiet girl

one-hundred-fiftieth

mother said:

"don't find acquaintance with the
girl who plays with scissors,
she's waiting for disaster,
provoking it even."

I am now that girl, at that sharp point in life where it's hard not provoke disaster. That girl got it earlier than anyone else, maybe I should have spoke to her.

(This was so terrible ugh, sorry)