about her instagram.
or lack thereof.
and her nose
and her dreadlocks.
which I love.
this is a poem.
about a girl.
who doesn't remember.
that I exist.
she just picks her nose.
and listens to good music.
if there once was hope.
there still is some.
also, I ate pig brain tonight.
see the next photo.
for this shitty self-referencing shit.