at the drugstore
i buy crayons
and razorblades
with the
3.50 i got from the bottle
depot

coins spill all over the floor
and counter
and candy bars

someone else will pick them up

at night
i dream of discussing male pattern
baldness with men i don't like

i decide that your souls are worthless
and that i will destroy them all

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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