Black

i have dyed my hair
   black
there is an urge
rumbling
in
my
bowels
    to write
bad poetry
and
smoke
clove   cigarettes
in cemeteries dank
i think i’ll sew
  a long skirt
and mope
and pretend
i don’t look
   like i’m wearing
a cat on my head
faintly ridiculous
in my blonde
      eyebrows

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