"i wore red lipstick to the grocery store last Monday to buy a carton off eggs and so when the cashier told me that my eyes reminded him of the ocean,

i asked if he's ever drowned in his own sadness, he said my total was $1.89 and that he didn't know what i meant, i payed in quarters and told him i was an Art major,

i told him my boyfriend was a musician and we were saving up for an apartment in the city and how i'd use the walls as canvases and how he'd play his piano on Sunday mornings when the rain tasted like salt,

and i told him that i had my first art opening in three weeks and he should stop by and i'd introduce him to this friend i had named Lolita

who was really good in bed, he thought i was insane and i wonder if he knew how many times i've cried in the shower 

with my make up smeared and my eyes swollen shut, he said, "yeah, yeah, sounds good, have a nice day"

and i wonder if he'll ever know i wanted to really be a poet and that's why when some man in the parking lot asked if i had a lighter,

i dropped my eggs while stumbling to find one, and cried on the way home"