(nov 7)
midtown lust going overboard
with valley girls i could
never compete with
i would bury myself in a
time capsule so you could
dig me up and i'd ask you
if you'd ever liked me, maybe once
even just the slightest
you could ever feel
in every language if i could.
ginger hair distraction
causing me so much less distress
i should've confessed to her
the day she gave me her email
in exchange for my phone number
but amethyst pearls were stuck
in my throat so i couldn't speak
the words i imagined myself saying
i'd love to collect her
bright smiles in a teacup and
savor every bit of her giggles
knitted in my throbbing heart.
mr. telephone man
the phone's ringing but i'm not
picking it up because
it doesn't bother me of how
you love her like daisies being watered
by your eyelash flutters
it doesn't bother me whether
you decide to stay in the garden
or not anymore
it doesn't bother me that
you float on greenhouse gases
for her because i got
all the oxygen i need from
plants that actually care for me.
fast fingers working on
ginger braids as gossip
courses through the room
eating detention slips
for lunch and i can
see you setting your chin
on his arm.
she fake cries to get
whatever she wants
he plays cupid for a day
hiding the fact that
he's the lonely one
in the club (they're thinking of
kicking him out)
you scoffed out glistening blood
as i hiccuped butterflies
from my digestive system
but your friend has lepidopterophobia
and i think she's more of a friend
to me than to you
i wished she wasn't though
because then you would've
never known.
