its getting late,
i'm beginning to worry you won't be over in time
to worship my perfect eyebrows
and unshaved legs
or at least give them half the time they need.

my new mood ring broke,
fell outta its jelly holder,
i can't say i'm disappointed in you
or in the mood ring.

I disappoint myself.
i wish i had an angel to call my own.
as i sat on the train today,
i had christ on my back like a cape
his words breathing down my neck
and guilt swimming in my stomach
for no apparent reason.

i ought to try smashing a window with my bare hands.