Girl there’s nothing to that.
Girl there’s something to open.
Like open my eyes when I was an animal but this time while conscious.
Like open my heart like when I was angry girl.
Like an angry little solider without her costume on.
Peeking out in bathrooms with some underwear on.
Wondering why that bathing suit was not yours.
But who, who, can I say that to?
Who can I ask that to?
No one as the chaos rumbles all around. Some message would have to get into the most racist city in Pennsylvania, and say,
Girl, girl, come out.
But that isn’t happening.
Before the internet?
Not. Happening.
So, again, does that image poke your eyes?
Or oceans of time that say sail far away, know that the general horrors in this place signal get away. Find out who you are after Fester, and Louie, and Harry, and Joel, and John, and all these cobras don’t exist anymore in your world,
then get that
thing you
are
girl
