by Luz Aida Rodriguez
precious princess scale and
too many witches and liars
and too many manifestos
about what it’s like to be a woman with desire
I ALWAYS GET THE MEMO
sacred warm bodies
the sulk silk precipice of who I am
maybe it’s maybelline in your belly
diamond star fuck-face
and it all turns to jelly
bio-hazard and i’m insane
she plays the lonesome game
and there’s too many love letters
too many people to tell you
that it may or may not get better
where your everlasting, glamorous complaint
goes to sleep
with lips like sugar — she’s so new wave
you wouldn’t want to save her
now bring it back to me
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Luz Aida Rodriguez is a poet from New York.