Never heard a song by the Strokes that I didn’t like.
Where did you get those big eyes?
And where did you get those lips?
And the loneliness?
And that broken heart?
And the absence, where did you get that?
It is in your body that my willpower
has laid to rest
You have turned my favorite poets
into my biggest critics
Their words are ringing in my head
mocking my devotion
I have become the protagonist
Starring in every last line of prose
That made me weep night after night
The sad girl
The angry, vengeful woman
Delicate no longer
A broken Christmas tree ornament
Sharp, jagged, uninviting
Because we all know a woman loses her frailty
The moment she begins to feel
You are not a revolutionary
You are a daughter
Never just a friend
You are an appendage
Someday you will belong to someone
If you’re lucky enough you might even
Be someone’s phantom limb
And you must teach your daughters
All of the things mother instilled in you
Because daddy simply didn’t have the time
You will teach your little girls
That tragedy is the color that suits them best