Self-Portrait With Rabbit Ears And Seventeen
       

a girl in crooked bangs
hitting the high note
on a channel of half static.

telephone cord
triple-wrapped
around my wrist.

outside the kind of sunset
they invented color swatches for.

the magazine says
we need to get contacts
if we're going to get boys.
that we should draw
more attention
to our lips. fixate.

the ceiling fan whirs
like it's gonna keep going
til the stars die out.

i put on more lip gloss,
think about eating
the sun.

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Copyright © 2020 Cassandra de Alba All rights reserved
from Ugly/Sad
Glass Poetry Press
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