poetry

things I wrote on a napkin

By the light of this
red neon glow
I remember
why I don’t like you.

//

“beauty
is
that
which
obeys”

//

“why does it bother
you so much? it’s just life!” he
says to me, pleading.

//

I saw a broken
egg on the sidewalk last week.
It’s still there, rotting.

//

It’s my party, I’ll
cry if I want to, go fuck
yourself Los Feliz.

//

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