photo girl

i had roots
that pushed through my scalp.
and sweat
that pushed through my palms.
i had words
but no verbal charm.
i was quiet then,
and could project my dreams.
we took photos then,
when i had friends.
one said;
"i hate seeing you
like this
hiding your face
from a stranger's kiss."
but i wanted it.
and the girl in the photo
pushed fluoxetine into her blood
like it was pushed on her
and tried lightening her hair.

got caught in the camera's glare.

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

pull back that pony tail and show face... this is something else.