Open and closed
To the cuts on my fingertips
Arrows pointing directly to the thoughts I can't address
at least in the formal sense
Static and sticking
To the bottom of my shoe
Where the gum used to be
And I lift my dress
And I left my dress
Wrinkled on the floor
How times a week do we change our underwear?
How many times a week do I change myself?
Should I change the fact
that I laugh too loud
that I laughed at your friend's mistake
that I forgot to pick up my mouthguard
that I forgot to buy deodorant
Maybe I'll get around to it today
Or maybe I could go for a more natural scent
Potpourri in my sock drawer
Just like grandmother
Or maybe I'll pick up my secret scented cocoa butter
While I wait in line to buy yet another can of soup.
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