bagels

we were asked earlier if the wind chill mattered.
of course we said "no" because that was the polite thing to do.
it was polite because apparently screaming isn't, and the way i look at you isn't.
i never really knew what it was like to be not told what to do, i dont work well under pressure. and i will hurt you, if you ask me to. im good at that sort of thing, the pretending.
the eating chinese food takeout with stoned christians and blacking out buzzards.
i caught the plague myself in the steamy shower scene that we never acted out.
and never always sounded like a harsh word, but i use it as deployment.
i use people like napkins and horrid dance moves. im not that twig or that rock. ive beaten it all before, and now im just trying to find my way back out.
you don't believe me.
but im magic, in the sense that my glitter is glued to the paper.
the rainbows drawn with crayola and dust.
my childhood eaten in a casserole.
baby girl, turn me on with you electric feel.