poem: i am not like the others who are not like me

girls in long coats

came for coffee but dropped dead

after remembering that

coffee comes in plastic

cups and with

plastic breasts,

plastic mouths, and

plastic sex lives;

they could not handle the combination.

they were, however, very unique

people: they breathed air

everyday, read books sometimes

and read instagram all the time,

and wanted love; they had

favorite food and favorite dogs

and vague political views that nobody

cared about; they wanted love.

 

they, along with 10,000 other girls, wanted

“i am not like other girls”

on their tombstone, but we

could not fit this and instead just put

“xx.”

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