Tabs

Kid-friendly restaurant, murder, hair dryer.
Neck cream, loft bed, dogwhistle, pants.
Clearance, cookie, chaos, war. After bed
I want to look away, but there’s no other
time to look. Everyone wants to talk
this weekend. Check-in initiated. I’m safe
from my phone in the crook of your neck.
I’m never safe from you. Well, good. 
Facial, snowplow, protest, dance.
The internet figured me out again.
Let us not forget my one good year, 
long black hair always laughing cheap
clothes and not afraid of real deodorant. 
Could not even think of one thing
to shop for, besides a vintage dress,
eyeshadow, and beer. Maybe? Also
I was useless. Little white shoes, slipping. 
Not the real me, at all. I need some school
to be good at. I need a haircut. I need
to be five years younger I need
to be five years older, to find out:
was it worth it not to smoke? Science
summer camp, peptides, deals. 
Thank you for letting me be
this lame, thank you for letting me be.