[In a dimly lit restaurant]
Is this a date?
[Walking back to a car in a dark parking lot with a gun to my back]
Is this a date?
[In the trunk of a car]
Is this a date?
[In a room, tied to a chair with one, dangling light bulb]
I actually would say that I’m like, an introverted extrovert.
[Locked in an attic dressed up as a doll with a bowl of water and a plate of food at my feet]
Yeah, I don’t know, I just have such a weird relationship with social media!
[In a submarine unaware of what day it is]
I’m trying this cleanse, have you heard of it?
[Chopped up into little pieces and dispersed into the ocean, little fishes feeding on my hands]
So, do you have any siblings?
She is so lucky to be born here.
She is so child-of-the-internet
she is so enlightened and not
calling her mother back
that she feels she can reclaim every word.
Loneliness
is such a right, she thinks.
The choices, the conquering, the endless night.
The trying to sleep next to a
stranger wondering if she
could have just
done this by herself,
but then if nobody
is kissing her
how can anybody prove
she’s really there?