I swallow bold colors because

So what if I have more regrets

Than birthdays I am old

For my age, I am made of water

Why do you get up in the morning

When I get to heaven I’m going

to wear my good bra

so no one can stay mad at me

When people say how are you

I say good

It is a rule no one can answer

Crying in the Gap by my therapist’s office

or I am still angry with my parents for traumatizing me

through organized sports

Persons say

I’m getting along

just fine. Like I’m

a baby who

just claps and shits.

All Men Have Been Created Equally

To Shiver At The Thought Of Me

is something I used to think but forgot

or got drunk tried smoking something new

I think I’m going crazy sometimes really

you think I’m joking I’m never joking

With champagne I try expired white ones

I mean pills I mean men

What’s it like to be the first anything

Am I too transparent in this skirt suit

Is the skirt suit a social construct

Eyes are the window to storm

Is loneliness cultural

Are lips true

Is a mother still a self

Do I glow in the dark

Will I accidentally live forever

And be sentenced to smile at men I wish were dead

I was born this way: unsatisfied

My color is a bridge with no other side

Like America

and wine, I am all legs.