Girl Caged

I drink and eat without any remorse. 

I fuck myself like never before. 

It’s still not enough. 

Super glue becomes reform calloused. 

Making multimedia projects 

to pass my multi yearnings and desire. 

Spend more hours 

trying to Etch A Sketch precisely 

lips I can never touch. 

Make “Future” lists. 

Make daily happenings 

built upon the indie short inside my head 

that shows the many mundane me.

They never reach the festivals circuit. 

Won’t matter much. 

It’s not about somebody’s pet 

faced with adversity 

near and around Mother Nature’s tit and clit, 

etc. 

I’m angry 

and overstated. 

That is 

fine. 

That is

cool.