and we swam
in the red cups
filled with
soda
we swam so deep
bubbles fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzed up
to our ears
my older sister
chewslapping bubble gum
AND i couldn't hear
her chewslaps
unfamiliar family running
tumbling
eating
wah wah wah-ing
the numbing sound imbues
and birthday boy lays on a big brown couch
with no friends to talk to
with no happy
just birthday
and cousinslike flies surrounding his once empty room, now full,
still empty, a red cup with no soda, a white paper plate with no rice nor adobo nor macaroni salad
i despise macaroni salad
macaroni salad fiends need a smoke
or two
three
ten
eleven
i
cant
stop
smoking
i
need
to
party
and
get
fucked
up
because
im
stupid
or just lazyliketheweedsinmyneverendingsoulfulabysslyingonagrave-ishbrowncouch
happy 18TH birthday.
(what have you done to make your life better?)
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(what is written here is based on an actual event NutMeg foresaw at a recent family birthday gathering for her cousin)
Fashion is an art form, envelopes the skin.
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