poem: dear you

she made an online zine, entitled
“arrested development” because no-one
would take her. he played
bass in long strands, summer afternoon, but she
could not taste it in her
mouth, she declined the lessons. where is the place
for this writing — wannabe song
lyrics push the glass sky, alive in a magic
cult; the crowd thronged they shouted
the lyrics back but, this,
je ne sais quoi does not transfer to major label
rooms! he shouted back, life is beautiful I gave up
all my principles. I said the things I said
to have internet sex. she had her summer
of suburban ennui teenage lust she wrote lyrics
she said how long do I keep trying before I admit–
I am deluded I am talentless? before I admit
they are all write: I am not saving
the world I am not saving the night.