poem written on December 19th
a night in a new york hostel
Before you learned to speak
Strangers mistook you as a cover model
So you’ve started ripping pages from glamour magazines like zig-zag papers
Smoking their ink to stain your nicotine some new bread of cancer
Proof that beauty is nothing without death
Just as your bar crawls are so nothing bland
Without make-up and lipstick and perfume
Before you learned to speak
Strangers mistook you as a cover model
So you’ve started ripping pages from glamour magazines like zig-zag papers
Smoking their ink to stain your nicotine some new bread of cancer
Proof that beauty is nothing without death
Just as your bar crawls are so nothing bland
Without make-up and lipstick and perfume