Mood: Growly
Drinking: Yup

There’s a girl
down in Georgia
who doesn’t feel pain.

Cut her, she bleeds.
But the sticky redness
doesn’t cue any panic.

It might as well be fingerpaint.
Clot and color.

And you,
you are made up of panic
and pain.
Balls to brain.

I wish you were her,
but oblivious.

-Lo, who once saw a boy drink his own blood.

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