it's really in to kill yourself right now.

i wake up, i sneeze, i yawn, i wash my face, i look in the mirror and see a ghost. i call 911 to report the break in but they say they dont handle that kind of paranormal shit so they gave me the number of a shrink. i think, Perfect. i call him and ask him to shrink this. shrink the ghost so small it leaves my bathroom mirror alone.

i go over to his place and get kissed on dry skin and white underwear. he excuses himself to take a call; the shrinking isn't working. the ghost is now made of smoke. at the supermarket it condenses on the ice cream aisle. at the club it takes shade under tiny drink umbrellas. he becomes the ghost. the ghost pretends its a flower and sticks itself between the pages of my notebook.

how do you forget someone's name? alas, a rose by any other name would still be a rose. so deny thy name deny thy father and fuck the moon, that pale envious bitch. we would have had a real good life together. we would have so much fun waking up at 11 on sundays, kissing on subways, chewing pink bubblegum, throwing up on pages, cutting up our hearts and fucking bleeding all over magazines.

my lipstick smells like cornflakes so i lick my lips for breakfast then catch the train