I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show

Now I Am Silent, Hate Up To My Neck, Thick, Thick. I Do Not Speak.

I Felt The Mask Crumple, The Great Poisonous Store Of Corrosive Ashes Begin To Spew Out Of My Mouth.

I Was Supposed To Be Having The Time Of My Life.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

I Would Catch Sight Of Some Flawless Man Off In The Distance, But As Soon As He Moved Closer I Immediately Saw He Wouldn’t Do At All.