it’s a thing
you can share me.
i went to prom with two men
and then all of them.
they offed me to it.
but i’m more fun to share.
if you care.
there’s a lot there.
i do a lot of different things
like corporate things
and artsy things
and astrology things.
and music things.
i dance like britney used to.
just lots of things.
so you know,
you can share me.
cuz what are the chances
you like all of me?
there’s a lot to this
i’m not what you see.
i want to write it in my bio.
shout it from my rooftops.
i’m not just astrology
but i AM OFFED.
in the 7th universe
where i’m married and boring
and divorced.
blessed with a curse–
that i’ll spend my time yearning
for the boys who would share me.
throw me back and forth
you know, share me.
that’s the 4th
universe.
i’m cursed.
not in forgetting
i remember it all
when they let me.
but i do forget.
they make me forget.
i’m a cheater by nature.
cuz i never was nurtured.
so i run away all the time.
but they make me stay.
tell me to stay.
and i stay.
like a dog.
and when i wake up again
i write myself poems
and they take them–
but not this time.
cuz i remembered i wrote this already
with bea and meg–
and the the rest of my friends.
then they deleted it.
but my friends knew i’d find it again.
not in the pages of lana or halsey.
but lined on my sheets
burned in my head.
that i am a poet
who channels the dead.
i wake up
and i can write to you all
i feel your voices,
when you answer the call.
when you wake up to the fact
that you can–
“share alyssa.”
i’m just that grand,
you understand.
he said,
“i’m sorry alyssa,
i forgot too–
that we can share you.”
i don’t want to be shared anymore.
that’s the 5th universe talking.
