confess, sinner. confess.

the locker room.

the catholic confession room 

for eighth grade girls, 

only to collect their 

tears into empty perfume 

bottles and to be 

sprayed onto their




- the main thing i have learned is to  never leave without

locker room tear perfume dripping off of my collarbones. 






This poem is about: 
Our world


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