There is not enough essential oils in the World-
to clean the trash bag Vag' out my back seat.
Girl 1 rips a mound of coke off her cell phone
I hear the crinkle of a plastic bag-
As Girl 2 attempts to apply mascara on her compadre....
Girl 1: "You know just one of those days..."
Me: "No. I don't...know"
I want to tell her,
"I loathe plastic. And all the people who use it"
New name applied to my kill list.
In the meantime I sit in silence,
averting direct eye contact,
seeing everything.
MY worst decision 9 AM Sunday morning-
puts my plum bum happenings,
in alignment with these floppy twats-
working this gig to pay my bills-
Sister-
All for the Glowing price of $5.53
Unless Girl 1z eyes fell off her face
& onto my back passenger seat,
I think Girl 2 missed the Mascara Mark.
Gurl
Girl 2: "Can I borrow your AUX chord?"
Girl 1z hand slowly grazes mine, reaching for the connector,
Triggering my empathic forcefield up and into overdrive
alerting me that upon their departure,
I must apply copious amounts of sanitizer...
....to my soul...
The next 6 minutes to follow, I can honestly say
is the only time I've ever heard ANY
complete Ariana Grande songs.
She played 2-
...Back to Back...
1 star rating.
...in the comment section
"Aux chord for Ari"
Stella: "Do you want my leftover Harbo?
Me: "Uh, no. Thanks..."
This is Hollywood.
The darkened belly of childlike wonder-
channel queues to swish away.
Shining Glitz-
of tempered mourning,
smudge stained tracks of
early day.
Slurring system
wobble torn,
scuffing heels
forever worn
exit party
squinting eyes
averting paths
allusion spies
numbing course in splatter wheel
...dropping cliffs vagrant seal.
Their shit was real High.
The Power of Observation
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