i got a label on my life
this life by design
might be Francois Girbaud
maybe Calvin Klein
not really sure how I survived
the car crash. age fourteen
T-boned in an Audi
skin and bones and spleen
i guess i was supposed to
kick it on to college
blue jeans. straight up Levis made me
dreamy at eighteen
then was drug related
polysubstance codependent
waitress at a seafood joint
far from holy
faded
pulp fiction and nirvana
kept me up at night
tupac singing dear mama
now i wanna fight
got a number in my mind
i think it's seventeen
trying to unravel
Chicago's lean and mean
by twenty-eight. my Saturn
second coming round
i check my self
my widening gyre
and then self
intervene
not sure how it happened
the china got intense
wrote myself right off a page
somehow found a fence
maybe it was the pacific
California's rugged coast
stopped me from my crumbling self
catastrophy
burnt toast...
all i really know now
my life is by design
whose label soaked into my neck
reads 'enivid'
divine
who i am
inked my heart
who i'm supposed to be
where i been
tagged my soul
where i'm meant to go
i am survivor's sister now
daughter of the darkness
i laugh into the alleys narrow
and feel the love
rush back
god bless
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