sailing on a satellite
from mars to some
off-shore earth
that isn't really ours,
land buried
under layers
& layers
of dirt &
the dichotomy
between what is never ours,
we're only human,
honey,
and stars will fall to our wishes
of greed.
all humbled by bad grades
and high school trauma,
we'll talk
behind covered lips
& wait until we get home
to use the bathroom despite
it always being there.
none of us like the classes,
smoking weed & eating edibles
before school.
that's what everyone says,
that girl made of
jade and acrylic nails
says she don't like
the taste of cigs or pens
only blunts and you & me,
we tell her to cut down cuz
she's failing algebra 2.
even though she's
a senior.

we're gonna colonize
GODS
at this rate,
working our way up
like that one story about
a tower
so high that
Mr. Holier Than Thou
decided to sabotage.
““over compensating,””
they say.

[haven't you heard,
haven't you heard?]

we're gonna run this place,
you & me.
all sun yellow teeth and
stigmatic eyes.
we gotta
blow the place down,
bunny bee,
turn it all vermillion and shiny,
like, again,
those teeth of ours.

[that guilt in my chest is made by your hands, kid, i'm looking in the mirror, at the cracked teeth and half-eaten grapefruit skins. we're built for hell, you & i
& i
& i
& i
am
so, so sorry.]

good and evil both sip tea over plans over revolution. do you think we cry, little one?

                    - huh? baby girl, boy, baby?

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i have nightmares you know.

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about what?

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SATELLITE IMAGES AND RAIN
WATER IN MY SKIN BREAKS IN
OUR BONES LIKE A BAD MEMORY
THAT YOU DREAMED UP OF US. DO YOU THINK THAT―

― WE DON'T THINK AT ALL?

haven't you heard?
haven't you heard?
haven't you heard?

(i'm deaf, marilyn, 
haven't you heard?)

mami don't love me when i
cry. so i get angry now but she
doesn't like that much
either.
it's kind of funny, right?

hahaha!!

"I've decided that --

lemon grass
& loneliness
are perfect
for me."

mami the stars don't love me no more? do you care about me either? now that i'm all scratched skin & unshaven legs & crying little monsters in the back of my closet.  did you cry back then, too?

when i was  . . .
. . . littler than
Now?

『  well aren't you
「   我利   」    ?  』

(hey mami don't you think
that i look prettiest in my
sophomore album photo?)