bloodletting/Evil is a Relay Sport

another back to back double feature...

bloodletting

your blurry close ups all in a row aren’t fucking helping. your comments aren’t helping. nothing is helping

to be a detective

I solemey swear

how i’m up to no good when i’m digging for you

like worms in the dirt

i’m slimey like when you squish them

i’m broken like when you squish them

run for the hills!

run for the hills!

says tate mccrae, who is shit mcfuck

break into my life

and break all my rules, yeah

it’s true…

someone who doesn’t love you is a narcissist

they’re a bandit

bank robber

sure

or they just couldn’t love you

you weren’t good enough, maybe

too childish,

starry eyed and forbidden

that was 21

now it’s almost 30

and it’s taylor swift without any fame

i could cry but i don’t

it’s a sick feeling in my stomach

counting for something

Evil is a Relay Sport

I think about slamming my head into the pool table so I stop worrying about how much I need botox. I don’t have to be afraid of wrinkles if it’s just a bloody, gaping dent.

We like endings, the worst shows don’t end soon enough. My life is a bad show, it just keeps getting renewed for another awful season.

I walk the cross walk in a normal amount of time, during my right of way. A guy in his ugly white sedan yells out his window impatiently. When he’s too far away, I point my middle finger up at the sky, I guess to no one or also to everyone.

“I give the finger too,” says a Nigerian Doordasher. I smile at him and he apologizes for the ugly white sedan. And then he’s off - but I imagine him catching up to the fast car and giving the finger. I imagine it with so much inner peace, how charming the honor felt.

Maybe now I’m the prettiest woman in Manhattan.