"Jameson" by Brittany Brown
I wish that I could deal with emotional trauma in a way that's beneficial
toward my growth as a human being instead of "Fucking starve myself.
Dress like a slut. Scrawl a condemning diatribe in the form of a poem
on the back of a Sally Beauty receipt for Manic Panic hair dye
about myself as an unattainable doe-eyed goddess
just waiting for you, the bartender, who gave me free shots
of shitty whiskey, to re-enter my life in a very pivotal
and transcendent moment. Purchase a case of Dunkaroos from Amazon."