*inspired by Sylvia Plath’s classic poem “Lady Lazarus”

 

i have done it again
once a day,
lean

a sort of walking miracle, my skin,
look at my wrist, about ten
my middle finger

a paperweight
my body clothed in supreme
and bape

peel off the layers of autotune
do i terrify?
or do the rooftops i jump from come back to haunt me? (more…)