to write love on her shoesi write all over my everything in shiny black pen so that i can look at it later when i'm hating myself and say, "see, i have a personality. i have words and phrases and syllables and fragments that mean something to me and are beautiful to me and they matter enough to me that i wear them on my shoes" but i feel like every part of myself is lying to the othersto write love on her shoes
And I answer quite slowlyblack wisps of smoke curl out of the storm clouds, off the hearts of the kids who are on Santa's naughty list out of the damp earth where Hitler has sunk in with the soil, and Atilla the Hun, and Ivan the Terrible and all those other guys we learned about in history from the souls of the crooked and damned (if you listen to the religious people who yell at you from the street) and flock to me, me, because they see with eyes that don't exist but still see more than everyone who thinks they know me. and my poetry doesn'tAnd I answer quite slowly
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