I’ve read books. I’ve seen the messy sea
foam like bath water, cloud like dishwater, dark like heart water.
My hair lifts like it’s blowing,
but we are just in this bar,
and you are talking like you’re an authority on everything,
and people hate that. People don’t want to feel inferior. Again.
This got under my skin, a metal instrument
cutting my face from my skull. You will look so young.
Please delete the shitting things that want to come out of your mouth.
I love my aging face.
Please love your aging face.
I’ve read books. I’ve seen the messy sea.