No Snake Charmer Has The Same Song
Can you find me?
I’m in my parents’ house where part of me remains I’m on white sheets for real I am my finger smells like the most dangerous perfume I’m nude as a painting did you know I’m addicted to email? I am I once bought a taxidermied frog on eBay it was dressed like a policeman I gave it to my first boyfriend where’s it now? somewhere among the chaos ground into bits last night I flirted with a dude by giving him my social security number have you ever tried that? my hair is so unkempt that just I felt like Kurt Cobain as I stepped over the yoga mat and checked out my boobs in the mirror John is in Silentland with the teen monks do you know John? he is the sweetest his neck is a place he’s got great hair he almost never channels Kurt Cobain he’s more like Harpo or Olive Oyl I had to Google the spelling of that do you ask your most embarrassing questions on Incognito tabs in Chrome? I do I ask about love and read the message boards I love reading frantic wtf messages from women about to be married I like the desperation and the frankness I like when the original poster returns to the board to update us I like being part of “us” I’m wearing my mouth guard now can you hear the difference? a naked woman talking like a little girl is like something you see in a circus in the natural circus like a mother with food on her nose or two catfish quietly in love
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