you thought i was sleeping,
kissed my chapped, sealed lips
like they meant something, though unmoving.
so i've got on makeup like joan jett
and a shirt that smells like my best friend,
i will wash you from my skin
i will wash my skin from my skin,
nothing left of you or what you touched
will cling to me--
and i will be okay
in spite of.
i can't really talk about this any more.
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