you crazy potbellied girl
white wifebeater against clay skin
a hole in the shirt
a thread loose in your heart
stretch, mark, tear.
a hole in lips,
round and mauve,
crazy potbellied girl
clicks the keys like a turntable junkie
nibbles thin layer of nail from thumb
chew thoughtfully
tug soft crimson pompadour away
from a stagnant face
who are you
you crazy potbellied girl
mind like a sieve
heart like a desert sand
soul like a raindrop
drop your facade, potbellied girl
the time's running by and there's no happiness
you are an open book without any text
you are dark
but you are clear like ocean water















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