i wear jeans the way i wear jeans
because i don't know how else.
and
i can tomatoes,
hold my pen,
and drink my whiskey the only way i know is right.
there's only one goddamned way to talk
to your grandmother,
so, i do that.
and i let boys touch my boobs,
that can't be wrong.
and i pine for the moon with the universe in my mouth.
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