cut off all of my hair. oh just do it
already. cut it all off. so i can stop
obsessing over it.
someone really ought to just do it.
i spend all of my time alone anyway.
i’m ugly on the inside. bitter and
resentful. i’m just
funny, so people don’t notice it so
much. but once they do, they see
how ugly i am. how mangled and
sour my depth is.
i’m a big a black sheet. wet. pulling
down on a clothes line on a cold
day. and i just won’t dry. not all
the way at least.