was it me?

was i always ready to make you a memory?

clairvoyance

my hair was days of dirty the day you left town

my hair was days of dirty the day you left town

my hair was days of dirty the day you left town

tag-along to your goodbye brunch

you hugged your friends / exes 

in succession before 

and i slipped out the back to the bathroom

cried into the mirror

like a bad poem

my hair was days of dirty the day you left town

you never came to the bathroom

i emerged to pay and realized i had forgotten to order food

my hair was days of dirty the day you left town

like a bad poem

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there's a gap in my existence now

it's a like a weekend that might force somebody into a recovery group

i knew my battle was no longer about finding the centre anymore

it had come to be about forgetting it

i was a landless nowhere

an ellipses too long to type

---- /magpie ulysses 

man.

sometimes i wish there was a place called 'get laid here'.

...

(i mean. fine fine. dating. romance. seduction. blah blah. but i have essays to write. errands to run. babies to kiss. ribbons to cut.)

fuck anarchofeminist utopic earth goddess communes. i want a sex portal.