Marijuana is seeping through the doorway,
Am I high now?
Or too awake?
Either way, I’ve been delirious for a very long time,
Watching the holes in the wall of my home
And wondering if they are the homes of anyone else,
But me.
My television's upside down,
Singing a song about jealousy and I thought,
“I’m jealous.”
I think,
Everyone is laughing and I am not.
I’m lying to drag queens,
Just to give 'em a slap in the face,
For being so in love with themselves;
Caked in superficial colors,
Like pink and blue.
I hate them.
COPYRIGHT 2006 CARRIE-LYNNE DAVIS
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