i'm just a little girl experimenting with her identity.
my name is whatever you want to call me, but bri would be much
we took weight in each other's hands,
and drank champagne from each other's glasses.
fight the war, take a taste,
write a song.
take a breath.
we peel off our plastic fingernails
like we peel the skin off overripe fruit.
porcelain girls with dyed yarn hair
and sewn velvet hearts that stick to our sleeves.
poem (c) me.(:
image (c) michael batfish on flickr(: