Maybe I’m Not Sick Anymore

“Do you have
A lighter?”

“no, I don’t
smoke.”

“no kidding?
you look like
you would.”

maybe,
I’ll take up
smoking.

“she’s so
‘hates herself’
beautiful…

i love
that
about her,”

they’d say.

I spit
Wherever
I want

Just like
The boys,

“My DNA
Deserves
to be
Everywhere.”

Chamomile tea
And body spritzer

A queen bee
Flys past me
To calm down.

Ethnocentristic Findings of a Hipster

As generations
of hipster
before her,

the townie
travels a
staggering

three hundred
feet

from
doorstep

to local
coffee house.

refillable
tea growler
poised above
her head,

the
contemporary
native
gathers
Equivocal
water for
the day.

small-batch
coffee beans

ground for
french press,

tucked under
thrift store
coat-donned arm,

she
treks back
to blog,
ironically.