we sat all in chairs around
the dominoes table, throwing our
turns down, double six, double zero.
all speaking about our love lives,
how they get off and the woman's attention
they drift on me repeatedly
but I never kissed or dated
i am just a temporary lover
always left for the prettier girl
the known girl the hype girl
and I am still the girl who still eats McDonalds
at six am with her cousin, the girl who has
all the comebacks and is to shy to embrace your lips, your kisses and wits. my jeans are
sometimes a size 6 or size 2
and my feet size is the same never changing,
never growing. double six.
how come you never know why you aren't
able to reach that emotional level with
someone? I have fucked every single time
i hear your name and I am so easy to forget
like that. I have been left for all the attention.
my sister was the supermodel, the one with the
skills and I got the fucked hormones.
am I depressed? am I fucked? am I a temporary? double zero.
he said "i had no idea girls like you existed" in
fast Spanish. fast dialect. fast love.
got to wake up at 6 am and to be honest
with you I am never changing
never going back
this island, this country
taught me I have a thing for dirty things.
dirty thoughts, filthy men, and shitty friends.
i am genuinely happy, far and alone,
maybe a Fat Tuesday on a Monday,
but every bit of myself loves me
and if you don't, sit at your lunch break
while I am never constantly reminded of
every shitty part of me.
i do this shit my way and
no one has control of my clock.
double six, double zero.