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Beauty school dropout you rollerblade 

around the sexual abuse of suburbia 

you want your girlfriend to kill her boyfriend 

Another friend says they don’t think anymore 

about when you kept asking Should you 

buy the medicine or the train ticket 

But tonight you must marry the military doctor

On the altar he whispers Happy Anorexia 

In the honeymoon suite surrounded  

by poinsettas & sexual annihilation 

you’re anti-american you look your best under asbestos snow

So you’re the years between 1933 & 1963 

you see black umbrellas between ambulances 

dreamless in December in Los Angeles 

A Cowgirl & her Casket of ballroom balloons 

A Headless angel singing Nursery rhymes 

you spin in chairs at the empty department store

you keep kicking me under the table 

you only remember Teen drinking 

Cutting through the thorns 

The Artificial heartache of heaven 

& please say hello & hurt my feelings

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My error is Erotic 

in the Principal’s office of course 

Apparently I’ve been sitting at pool bottom 

kissing the interior decorator of death

But I swear I hear the sounds  

of sex happening through the thin walls  

God’s gaslighting me into a parenthood of pills 

Please let me be a red dress in the distance

on any Saturday in any empty October after me

napoleon touafek lives in Worcester, MA, the Paris of the Eighties. They just graduated UCSD's MFA in Writing.