Every girl I know is Angelica Pickles
never growing and it didn’t matter,
my hand always felt human under her Velcro-strapped shoe.
my hand always felt human under her Velcro-strapped shoe.
Insert a however
with sterile tongs for my brain’s built-in loft,
sadist to anti-hero is a natural path,
though slow to develop in reality,
and I have to stop riding the bus where there’s no escape
from louder girls more insecure than me.
That housing red desire to disappear and leave understanding
in my place, to make a heart shape with both hands
and mean it like a bomb, fold it into my lap at day’s end,
hands in prayer’s clasp, a last resort.
with sterile tongs for my brain’s built-in loft,
sadist to anti-hero is a natural path,
though slow to develop in reality,
and I have to stop riding the bus where there’s no escape
from louder girls more insecure than me.
That housing red desire to disappear and leave understanding
in my place, to make a heart shape with both hands
and mean it like a bomb, fold it into my lap at day’s end,
hands in prayer’s clasp, a last resort.
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