i m walking like a whale
to the bathroom
the grease of my soul is slipping
through
the hundred of years needed
to reach the crapper
to throw up like a real lady
a lady in a photo
dressed up like your best of your fears
caressing your hands
your hair
and toes
like a lady
down on my knees
making birthday cakes
tasting the sugar with my index finger
the same i ll use when i ll throw up on you
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