Evacuate Soul

Sally likes to run relapse around the track at the gym

There’s a shocking amount of comfort in going in circles

In moving constantly and getting nowhere at all

Sally is shirking at solid foods and solid convictions, and gags at either one

Sally sells herself down by the seashore in her daydreams

But in reality she is half-asleep on the bathroom floor trying to [not] make herself sick

Sally swallows electrolytes and lies just to make it through the day and stands

On stilettos and pedestals that the villagers build for her, she is tired of people

Worshipping her body, of sinking their teeth into her like some hard hollow chocolate bunny

Sally is in trouble and incoherent and is trying to practice self-love with her eyes

Closed and her hand between her legs but can only think of how dirty

His fingernails were and Sally watches sad movies because she has taught herself not to cry otherwise

Sally is as white as a polar bear and twice as aggressive

The color has gone out of her face and into her fucking language

It takes a lot for Sally to make puns or to make love now, and that’s probably for the best