When 27 Hits
I will never feel pretty again
because this was me
at nineteen dropped without crazing
Showed him my body
it is only skin,
not everyone thinks so.
It will be hands
then it will be feet
then you don’t know what it will be.
Fine! If you must leave
wipe my body with yours
for it will always linger.
I close my eyes
squeezing, there are stars,
Trying to find twenty-nine.
The frogs stopped croaking,
my friends do it instead
We cannot afford a pond.
Somewhere safe would help
A place to tuck in my mind,
where I can forget
A bad man’s music box
plays “Katy Song” when you twist
the arm of the girl inside.All the perfect men are gone and LA is burning
You’re lucky if you die young
And never reach the promised land
Where a synth sound bath started arson
In the forest their happy accident,
Your necessary incident.
You couldn’t tell your mother your mistake
Flocking with lying angels
Fooled by the premise of wings.
Better not place blame on yourself.
that bitch, Bliss,
if you long for it enough
It Finally fucks you.
It’s true
I am sorry.
In these skies,
No cowboy draws to shoot at Valance
a girl
Whose heaven can rise no higher
floating still, above the Chevron
In Dove attire
Dreams have a time
A place,
You’ are meaner
Bloodied by the tongue
You bit right off.Erin Clement is a writer and actress who is not really sure where she lives. She spends a lot of time on a Pennsylvania horse farm. She would rather be a rockstar.
