remembered this night
when she was small she met a man in the street who cut off some of her hair without even asking.
the boy who wrote a poem about me was the same boy who sniffed glue in my garden and turned everything in my house upside down.
i can sew but not zips, so i safety pinned the dress together.
the best kiss i ever had was in the dark, in the doorway of an upholsterers.
i stole some cobalt from chemistry class.
my dream about the museum of death.