Postcards From Nowhere

Growing up

Means solo doctor’s visits,

Figuring out pharmacies,

And working a job I hate.

I don’t think I like this.

Ummmm..

I just realized that I’ve gone out every night for the past week. WHAT IS MY LIFE???

Goodbye

I have kissed you goodbye,

On the cheek, like any two friends.

I have kissed you now, 

And my lips taste like aftershave and sadness,

Because you have just barely left,

And I am missing you already.

“Big Girl”

You say “big girl” like it’s a bad thing,

Like it’s something I should be ashamed of,

Like I should wish I could be like that twig you used to fuck in the back room of our dorm every night while I listned to music loud, loud so I couldn’t hear you grunting.

Little did you know, you gave me a gift,

Because now I know how people like you percieve me,

And even though I may have been fighting back tears as I listned from the hallway,

I am just angry now.

And for the record, 

My “massive legs” can kick your skinny little coke snorting, women hating, baseball playing ass any day.