By Nora Rose Tomas
I am a stupid and hungry woman
I am on my lunch break, chewing
on my social security card,
showing midriff,
sobbing.
it’s my god-given right.
and I think misery is just so erotic.
I am catching a curable STI in the
Cubbyhole bathroom.
and I don’t think I’m alive most of the time.
not really. Don’t have any regard for this body.
I think I’m made of bright pink chewing gum.
not a woman at all, just candy and fucking disease.
and I’ve never held a gun
or a baby
or a $1,000
and I have all the same desires as your boomer father
I want to fuck women with huge tits
I want to invest money in a company
and I want someone to make me dinner later
Nora Rose Tomas is a queer writer based in Brooklyn.
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