I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
Since, apparently, it’s necessary
If you are my family member or one of my exboyfriends
Or my psychiatrist or my colleague;
If you know me,
You are not allowed to read my poetry
And if you do it anyways
You are a creep
If I let you back into my bed
would you kiss my scars and
cradle my head and whisper
so many sweet nothings
trying to make me laugh
that you would ultimately
say something so stupid
i could never speak to you again?
<—-My actual veil
When we were eighteen we promised
that if no one married us by the time we were thirty
we’d just marry ourselves in a double ceremony
She called me recently and said, Ok,
now write your vows.
I’m sending the invitations out,
I’ll see you at David’s Bridal.
I smiled and agreed,
hung up the phone,
I was so excited about the date
I even shaved my legs.
Just kidding, I actually
just stayed in bed.
Tonight I slept in the backseat of my car
for three hours after work and before my feature
My latest ex boyfriend caught wind of it and said,
“The life of an artist and the life of a vagrant
really aren’t that different.”
eccentric is just another word for
not caring anymore what other people think
we are all eccentric underneath
There was a time when no one
expected anything from me
except maybe to die alone
in a gutter
if I couldn’t find a man
to take care of me.
Now, though, they expect
I wonder if I am still
that same person.
I guess not.