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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