cars blare their horns
coming up from behind
a one way both ways
with constant traffic
a left at semple, off of bates
you'll soon be mine
pinstriped polyester slides down hips
bone, letters, ink appear
legs still carry when they're empty
until i fade into concrete
this room does not belong to me
i'm not meant to be here
create a new reality
create and disappear
girls and girls and girls and boys
medication, hipster's noise
eliminating your past pain
to guarantee some future
