Pretentious Understandings
The reincarnation of damaged goods lives
and lasts just as loyally as a kings crowd.
How many times do you glance in the mirror
only to reapply cheap CVS make up and
pretend your shattered rib cage can be seen.
We desire a starving form of African children
in our waste basket of unfinished meals.
-ha. A devilish craze tugs at my heart when
I need to feel shitty in order to be alive.
A howl so bright, sings at a higher pitch than
the fat lady who deems endings. I’m not one
to beg, but baby please strip off my button
down tee and lick my name down the shaking
parts of my hellish grin; damaged goods
breed a better religion than the nuns who
touch themselves in order to feel God. But,
it is those who balance the delight of stars
ripping open a night sky and the serenity
of a morning breeze who become immortal.