If You Can’t Be Loved The Way You Used To –
Evie Levy
Tell yourself it’s inherent.
Tell yourself the stars used to shine for you, before they got bored, moved on to greater pursuits.
Tell yourself the drinking got the best of you.
The plastic in your veins is eternal.
Tell yourself the fountain of youth is springing from the bathroom sinks in the frats you no longer enter.
The scars on your skin never heal – that’s just the way you’re built.
Tell yourself that your stomach has fermented, turned sour, rancid.
Sip the Scoby and let it feed your disintegration.
Your pussy is purple and bruised.
You are too old to use the word pussy.
Help!!!
Time will wear down the toughest metal.
And I am only skin and bone.