you & your twodollar hair dye
that fifty cent mascara
(don’t cry, it’ll smear all over your
[once]pretty face)
and those lowlowlow jeans with
the holes everywhere
(this way you don’t need to take
them off for him, darling).

my best friend is gonegonegone
& you’re here.
[in her clothes, her skin:
never her eyes, no. those are hers.]