MARINA BLITSHTEYN

standing in a lonely lovers bathroom

virgin white and cold like heaven

im the sympathetic ear

the sopathetic virgin

I want to be someone else I tell u later

like a full lip

like a fire scorched red burning

like a yellow roman candle

dripping

back to the mirror in the tiles

imperfect squares sneakers and arms folded

lets try a connection

let me be the door

even an artificial lamp

fluorescent for a while

I wish I could turn around

or not need to graze a shoulder to see or

hear you say it

we are not ourselves we are not eachother

just a couple of fucked up kids fading and faking on the bathroom floor.