06.03.23, or hail me
all hail me, your fucking bitch,
who survived catholic school
(watch me do it again)
whose germ-covered teenage years still lay under a casket
in bright pink and deep blue
of girly-girlness and gut-wrenching misoginy
the one that survives the pastel ribbons
I tie around my throat.
hail me! hail me!
I cut my hair and let it grow to try and make sense
of the fucking sameness of my safest faces
denied embraces and fear of the light.
I lose and gain to lose again
and scream inside your sweet-tooth cavities
candied candids of dreaded moments,
for I'm too sweet to even talk!
so hail me, all hail me,
the loser-lover of her hometown,
writing songs in her graduation gown,
and watching friend by friend by friend by friend
pass me by.