i have just shaven
off the patient embers
from my skin
there was a girl who sat
with her mind fluttering
and wondering whether she should
move or stay
because of him

i too wonder
why i do these little things
i've been taught all along
and sometimes i wake up seething
what is a routine but a
monotonous campaign
to be a machine

i have just shaven off
the patient embers
from my skin
and i sit here silky
just like caterpillar shit
and i look so pretty
just like a puddle of oil
that makes stains on the
scandalous street

the girl sits underneath a tall tree
bored and sad and meandering
waiting and waiting
for him
and i have just shaven off
the patient embers
from my skin
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