i’ve only bought weed
from ppl who wanted me
all pressed out
beneath them
hem of a woman
the terror
of my spending
i don’t know how
to get things
any other way
wine
humming
it’s way into
the comforter
the stain a deep
new life
i think: when the briefcase
opens
i could spill out
a messy document
my breasts little clasps
my heart a pie chart