There Is No Safer. There’s Not Even

I Wish I Had Cancer. I Will Burn In Hell For That, But It's True.

They Say They Have Noticed Me Drawing. I Almost Tell Them Right Then And There. They Noticed.

To Keep Up Appearances, I Stomp My Room And Slam The Door.

Bologna Girl, That's Me.

We Tilt Our Heads Back And Open Wide. The Snow Drifts Into Our Zombie Mouths Crawling With Grease And Curses And Tobacco Flakes And Cavities And Boyfriend/girlfriend Juice, The Stain Of Lies. For One Moment We Are Not Failed Tests And Broken Condoms And Cheating On Essays; We Are Crayons And Lunch Boxes And Swinging So High Our Sneakers Punch Holes In The Clouds. For One Breath Everything Feels Better. Then It Melts. The Bus Drivers Rev Their Engines And The Ice Cloud Shatters. Everyone Shuffles Forward. They Don't Know What Just Happened. They Can't Remember.