in the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes
When I dance on tables I pretend that I am a reality star and cameras are capturing my every action
my popcorn bag rise to success
When I was 18 I got the nickname “bar star”. I drank with people who were much older than me
While I was sitting at the bar, a man asked, “Are you okay? You look sad”. I was drunk so I giggled my negative response. I didn’t realize that he was trying to buy me a drink
he had wrinkles and a red face
Even if I had said yes, I would not have gotten away with getting an alcoholic drink because the bartender knew my name, my age, and my drink order. He always got to me first.
he said that i had a beautiful smile
Men call me beautiful, now. Then, men called me nothing.
i locked myself in a cabinet under “n”
That night a man told me I was gorgeous. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen up close
He kissed me goodbye on the forehead like my mouth was dust. I felt like my spine was wrapped in an eel. My friend said
I was dating a boy who refused to kiss me
We broke up. It was lunch table gossip. Everyone knew and a girl asked him out right in front of me.
The handsome man would drunk text me, asking if I would fuck him. They always came while I was sleeping
I deleted his number because I can afford to lose contact(s)
i am that popular
I am so popular
you can find my face easily
I buy handles of vodka and bottles of rum and gin for the weekend. I imagine myself as a B-list celebrity preparing for a weekend of forgettable “Am I pregnant?” sex and
The grocery store cameras are on me. All cameras are on me.
they soak up my talent
I am so famous