I found a new blog,
something I guess I’m interested in now
strangers shoving words onto a distant server
shouting into a trashcan
but
i’m a hipster
read: it’s better before people know about it anyway
bukowski bu-how-she’s doing?
my words on her page
flattery, but she didn’t swipe right
art school drop-up with a chip on her shoulder
i wanna eat it
savor the archetype of past art school girlfriends
all seeking for unique identity
in the same way.
but teasing aside
my inner romantic
considering a vast city of conformists
sits at the bottom of a trashcan
curious, listening