I just scribbled these things down. I call them poems only because the fact that I wrote them down in a notebook all within 5 minutes sounds poetic to me.
I feel like locking myself away with my curling iron
and creating something new
out of something crinkly and crunchy
adding fingertip-burning heat to dry lifeless hair
My curling iron is my best friend--
I flip the switch and it heats up.
It transforms my hair from what it is
into what I want it to be.
It transforms me from what I am
into what I want to be.
I always start books
but can never finish them
because I have philophobia--
the fear of relationships
coming to an end.
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