under green yellow light in a bathroom for kindergartners -bring all your flaws forward, ahead of you, don't disguise them behind apple computers and orange doors with posters on them-- I need you to be realistic more often, and take less acetaminophen.
punch out answers, run down America,
and realize one day the smooth edges will be gone. I love you desperate and distant (me, not you, you asshole) and I crave seven sips of skin
even though you are your own population
and I'm still me.the.girl.with.shortish.brown.hair.