Voicemail Poems

brilliant elixer fuck me up fuck me dead why does academia hate me i’m ready to sacrifice my body to a career something boring like teaching teenagers why romeo and juliet did or didn’t die make my grandparents proud of me again i pour this into my glass and pour my glass into the bathtub full of rejection letters that call me ‘jessica’ instead of jessie this is the year of being normal let’s get married and request fuzzy bath towels let’s get married and i’ll wear the white dress and makeup and smile for 12 hours until my teeth fall out or my chin rots academia what did i ever do to you would i not make you proud either are you scared of me am i not worthy enough to pay you to rub me raw kill me deader than i already am academia all i want to do is walk down your pathways and smell your million dollar flowers i am not so full that i cannot hunger i am not so tired that i cannot stay up for two years straight in this scenario you are my grandparents and you are proud of me and i am sitting