CIVIL WARS
11.28.19
what the fuck is wrong with me
i love them
then i don’t
fawning over someone new
like they can keep me
my attention a
wriggly span of mayhaps
some flavor of never satisfied
he’s more woman than I’ll ever be
voice pitching princes
she’s more statue than i’ll ever carve
teaching a potato to dance
away the average
space died in the 90s
grow up
im fawning over my godmother
fat and happy and yet not
bickering over some uncooked turkey
i could be civil for you
grow your garden
make your flower
bloom
born in the wrong era
now i know what eve felt