of: Sleater-Kinney ^^

She always wore a beanie and rarely showered

when she met my parents she drew on a fake mustache

as if she were in on the joke that I should be dating men

her wrists were littered with bracelets from other girls and scars from other chapters

she was greasy and bug-eyed, and covered in dirt

but beautiful, like a stray dog on a humid afternoon or a child

who always played outside after school, she says

where are you I’m here – even though she is years late

so I double-lock the front door, exit out the back,

then burn the whole thing down

& let the flames

warm the new home

I built alone 

”poem 8” - 2016