and suddenly, my life doesn't seem such a waste,
pretty girl with flames at the tips of your fingers.
you wear your clothing like those girl saints wore armor
all hedonism and martyrdom
but you (you are the most you), never bothered to learn how to drown
so you butterfly through the water with a kind of glorious imprecision
and you've got this magic you deploy like chemical warfare.
Force of personality, you are the rajah of your own ottoman empire of oakland.
May you always be this, darling of the fates.
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