Chelsea Bodnar

WHAT I AM DOING WITH MY LIFE:


Lessons on how to be blunt object.
Lessons on the lifelong bleeding out
that drags us down
to no-man’s-land

Together.  You don’t get it, so
don’t roll your window down
and call me fine.

In my background

Sylvia’s mouth, perfect
and dead, murmuring
your body hurts me.

And despite things, it’s starting to look like
I’m living longer

than the curse
that makes your comet’s
afterimage stick

These words burned in
my screen,
their pixels white/unreal as ghosts

Baby, you don’t want
this headache

Not forever

My sweet-tooth
broken off by stranger’s
hand

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