Please don't worry about my future like I'm not
I still know which fork is which
I still eat with one hand in my lap
I still dab my lips with the napkin so as not to dirty the crystal
I know when to speak
And when I should speak only when spoken to
I don't chase the boys
And I am trying to be so straight
Look at me, I'm so hetero! no seriously
Look at me
My heart is caught in my throat and
My esophagus is a place where paper cuts
And postage stamps go to die
It's a little late to wait for marriage
But I am trying so hard to be made of lace
And to sweep my fishnets under the rug
This isn't the lace I wanted at all
I am covered in spiderwebs
And dust
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