MILD RETRO-CHIC ANXIETY DISORDER

everything's . . . sandy all the

lines are thick all week i've been losing

scarves chipping

flutes (belt, eyelid, hem) visualizing

my bloody bottom. . . lip losing one out of two

gloves . . . (torso, headband) everything's . . .

stamped, breaking. . .  hourglasses

i've got papercuts fucking

everywhere & tiny . . .  chunks of skin dug out

from my fingers but still hanging

there. . .  i've got no second person can't

settle on anything i don't

even understand . . . why this guy is

here i feel like i'm supposed to

sell him something but that would be

vulgar i know

i am supposed to take

risks but how often must i actually feel

humiliated i'd like a dress for each

decade or at least a pair of. . .  sunglasses

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