I want a woman who broods,
Throws things, cries black eyeliner.
The biggest eyes you've ever seen,
She's anorexic, in a coffee shop.

She hates me,
She yells and hits
When she gets fired
Or someone she doesn't know dies
And she wants to pretend
It's important.

Homage

A series of conversations about breaking stuff.

"I really don't want to talk about this."

"Fine. Okay," said Kate. This was just last night. Long silence for a phone conversation, maybe ten seconds, maybe even fifteen or twenty. Not twenty. But long. Maybe fifteen.

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