Tuesday, October 27, 2009

I Don't Like to Call It a Girl Problem

When she unscrews her scalp
I’m going to flick a paperclip into her brains
and make her love go everywhere.

She’s talking about a boy taller than a bookshelf.
How she wound her arms around his legs.
Her hair slithers away as I reach out to touch it.

I think I’m building myself to last.
But we’ll see.
I got cranky and stood on the fire escape.
My brother sounded worried, but I said,
“Don’t worry,
getting sick will be good for me in the long run.”

I’m mad at you because I made a fool of myself
and I would never let you make a fool of yourself.

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