Blog by Hannah Frank
I can't compete with the dirty pearls
and the prom dresses from 1938
I can't compete, I can't compete
My mind is supple like that coffee ripple
on the way to my tongue
between my teeth
it's not as long of a road
as it used to be
Oh Lawd me
Time will tell or will it shout loudly at night in the rain when I am locked out of the car screaming, "you're not innocent!"...