“Exile” by Sasha on her couch


Monday February 13, 2017
10:38pm
5 minutes
From a business card

Headlines like coke snorted from toilet bowls
these days my optimism tastes like aspartame
Orange orange yellow the light can’t change to
green fast enough oh mama this one’s gonna
hurt this one’s gonna ache.

If I could tell you one thing it would be

I’m sorry for the years that I told more
lies than truth it was easier
but it was harder
long term

Suddenly you’ve started counting your blessings
re-tweeting bigots and racists and nazis
suddenly you smell like gasoline.

If I could tell you one thing it would be

I should’ve said
No.

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