There I sat with scissors-
of all things,
thinking they wouldn't penetrate
my skin to the vein.
Not unlike that punk chick
in Empire Records
who shaved her head
and made an attempt at her wrist
using a pink Lady Bic.
Predictable,
Life is now scripted like that
the placement of a Counting Crows song
in a sex scene of Cruel Intentions.
Colorblind,
my wrist comes undone,
like the pants of those twenty-somethings
playing high school seniors.
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