Sunday, February 15

there's turkish
gold ash on
the soles
of my pradas which i bought because i needed
two other pairs of shoes that i wouldn't wear unless i felt
less
useless, shameless,guiltless
as i press another layerof crimson to my lips
i realize there is no factory in the midwest and
there is coffee on my tweed
bagel crumbs are stuck on sides of my
mouth

no i didn't wash my hair

because i mingled in someone elses scent
and i'm not done letting them linger
crimson and a clove i found in my clutch
i do not regret the spectacular
fuck i had last night.

hannaH thinks really deep thoughts @ 3:21 AM

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