Bratz Gone Wild<\/p>\n
We\u2019re stained glass soldiers, spitting sunflower seeds under
\nwind chimes. I\u2019m eating lemons whole at dinner tables without
\na face to impress and hummin\u2019 in the creak of porch swings, trying
\nto show you I know your favorite indie band. Fog rolls in because
\nI like the way my breath looks in the cold\u2014 it makes me feel like
\na dragon. Wind blows; you\u2019re the big bad wolf this Halloween.<\/p>\n
But you\u2019re tired of that Bratz cherry lipstick, you want those
\ncandied toxins. Yasmin can\u2019t save you anymore, it\u2019s all about
\nspitting tobacco in leather jackets with cigarette holes. Your mother
\nasks you why? that was a new jacket. Tell her something mysterious,
\ncompare it to the holes in society where our taxes flood into.
\nSteal street signs my father paid for because you need a spine.
\nIt\u2019s okay. I forgive you. I\u2019m scared, too.<\/p>\n
We\u2019re sippin\u2019 Irish whiskey now, one hand on the wheel,
\nshooting Bambi and smoking cigarettes (because it makes
\nme feel like a dragon). Your new favorite music is rap\u2014how
\ndo I hum that? Your lipstick is red eyeshadow because
\nyour mother will only buy you Bratz lipstick, she says anything
\nelse is for whores. I promise not to tell. It doesn\u2019t matter,
\nyou leave anyways. I am left to bury Bambi\u2019s body.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sweating off Vyvanse now, screaming thunderstorms
\nand crying rain over lost love, huddled in blankets as I sob
\ninto friends under bathroom counters at five a.m. I\u2019ve got orange
\nfingernail paint, but only on one hand\u2014 the other is stained
\nblack from dying my hair. I\u2019m the champion of fight club.
\nI\u2019m still scared.
\nI\u2019m scared.
\nI still hum your favorite songs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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