"Jameson" by Brittany Brown
 

I wish that I could deal with emotional trauma in a way that's beneficial

toward my growth as a human being instead of "Fucking starve myself.

Dress like a slut. Scrawl a condemning diatribe in the form of a poem

on the back of a Sally Beauty receipt for Manic Panic hair dye

about myself as an unattainable doe-eyed goddess

just waiting for you, the bartender, who gave me free shots

of shitty whiskey, to re-enter my life in a very pivotal

and transcendent moment. Purchase a case of Dunkaroos from Amazon."

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