the transplant

high maintenance with bad tasteyou slink through the roomin someday timebanded herve legeryour sunday hair fadesin the limelight ofan early friday evening blowoutand the smokey scentof a sephora you visitedfor a friend of a friend’sproduct launch on firefollows you leavingbehind denuded notes ofnightstand aged gardeniaand unreplied unseen ig story @sand a phone dead having unpluggedthe charger to take to the homeof the man that can’t seemto figure out how to text youbefore 11pm you are the appendix of americatonsils to the worldpurposeless but doing your best

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