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![]() When I was thirteen, ![]() I stopped trying to sneak alcohol from the fridge --I had an even more addictive void to fill, from an even colder possibility. I could watch you, but then I couldn't --I kept going to ![]() the bathroom, brushing my greasy hair and spraying teen perfume, calmly reminding myself Tony Pompadour wouldn't leave the screen --he was waiting for me, waiting to dance for my admiration on heavenly-smoked disco arenas reminding me that life can be lovely, ![]() as long as you look it and feel it and believe in it and YOU. --Muffy the Mitten |
THE
CHILD WHO'LL NEVER FIT IN
I stare at these pictures.
Around everyone else,
my eyes are either
green or yellow under their
conditional stares.
When I free the monsters
of my pictures,
my eyes are blue because his are,
and feminism loses
its meaning.
It's all about God.
I'm so proud of myself
-I know the one
I idolize is a charlatan
like myself,
but could we hook up
--NO!
I'm not French enough
for him.
I'm not thin enough.
I don't possess enough female.
And it's sad
--he's the only one
that would know
what the hell I'm
saying.
Vice versa,
but he won't realize it until
it's too late.
--Muffy the Mitten