Epigraph
when love leaves, I am so reckless—
short dresses, long sweaters, lipstick
so red it’s a warning flashing in the night
but no one’s paying attention
and it ends up on a boy’s shirt collar anyway.
I hurt myself just to prove I can.
I smoke cigarettes I don’t want
and drink liquor that comes in plastic bottles.
I fall asleep drunk and screaming at
love:
LOOK. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO CAN DESTROY ME.
LOOK. I CAN DO IT MYSELF.
FORTESA LATIFI