dearest sexy little emailers,
it’s with a slutty and heavy heart that I share that my world-famous, pandemic-inspired road trip has come to a close. I’m typing towards you from my gorgeous, disastrously messy apartment in new york city (the one that never sleeps). I arrived home last night to discover the powerful information that none of my clothes fit anymore as I chose to gain a hearty, organic, grass-fed amount of weight as I traversed our great nation subsisting on frequent stops to mcdonald’s (seriously check out their stuff it’s rly good) and multiple nightly IPAs (guy’s girl vibes!!!). I weighed myself, which my therapist says I’m “not supposed to do” because I told her it is “deeply triggering” and “ruins my whole day,” but here we are! as I type to you I am making the conscious decision to LOVE MY HEALTHY BODY that lets me fuck and laugh and walk and sometimes jog 3 miles and dance in a way that makes my boyfriend say “can you dance sexy one time in your life without making a joke face?” (answer is obviously ~no~) I hope wherever you are, you are healthy, happy, and being nice to yourself, which is truuuuly difficult in this economy. if I’m honest I am not feeling very creative today, but I squeaked out a few poems for you because I’m addicted to your love. stay safe, healthy, and please vote for joe biden!!! see you next week <3
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Road Trip Poem #23
what if I came back to the city
& started saying nature is a hospital to me?
what if I became someone who remodels a house?
I’m on the toilet
which can sometimes feel so good
I’m sorry I didn’t eat the eggs you made
I just didn’t want to & you just want me
to be happy so that makes two of usRoad Trip Poem #24
we call the ingrown hair on my pussy
old faithful & I say my eyes
are like prismatic springs right babe
I joke about jumping into the canyon
sorry I don’t know why I have to do that
I’ve got to find something to get excited about
maybe I’ll write a screenplay
or open the fridgeRoad Trip Poem #25
I just want to be skinny
and have more stuff
I’m scared of ghosts
and love getting choked
during sex. I don’t want
to get married in a church
or on zoom. life is boring
until it isn’tRoad Trip Poem #26
I’m back in my favorite time zone &
someone just said I was ugly online
because they’re alone in their house.
I wonder if I’ll ever open my copy of the artist’s way
or just nod about it at rooftop parties
until I change
at this point going to therapy
feels like paying rent
the money disappears &
I just stay in the same placeRoad Trip Poem #27
thank god for high ceilings & bike rides
I’ve got a bruise like a planet on my thigh
and love the way you say hi
in the middle of a conversation
in another life I could write songs
about the city how it just isn’t for me
but that’s not how I feel at all
that isn’t it at all vibes
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