let's fuck
the world
I made myself a reasonable cocktail
in a yellow siesta-ware cuppy with a wooden handle
I made my outside bed
as if to suggest company was coming to see my new setup
for only the next two days
I made my permaoutfit on friday
it's the dragon tyedie spaghetti strap
with the skirt with sailboats that look like shark's teeth
and the child pink sandals
and I am longhaired
but I do, honestly, supercare
like I'm the supercaringist ever
but my friend is coming over to tell me about him
and I will shut up for five seconds
to remember that there are other people
and if I really am the nurturing type
I will hold & love
if you need to rain out
this 98∘
evening
THANK YOU,
dear,
for making the soup
that you won't be here to eat.
You are a Love
& you frustrate me
& make me so angry
and I know I return that on you
but you made me able to not have to do anything
save for write
with a lefthand nailpolish (called Jaded)
and a right hand crumbling nails,
sadhand.
it's sadder
than the left
chipping paint reminds me
well, doesn't everything remind me?
it reminds me less everyday
but everything does forever remind me.
Of a future I'd invented, I've seen it
Of a past that did actually happen for a second
my weddingring finger is on a happy hand
the decal you put on it the night we met irl
fell off, finally
that one day
that is finally
awhile ago. Awhile ago helps, doesn't it?
it can, I mean, it should
but I keep making the past so very now, don't I
in classic Molly Merrill Stoddardstyle
D R A MA
R A MA
R A MA
