Three Poems by Sarp Sozdinler
coke drip prayer i told him i was an artistas i puked neon pink into his bedsheetshe asked if it was intentional& i said “what isn’t?”i left glitter on his pillow& a bruise on his egohe’ll remember meevery time he smells oranges & sour cream this isn’t a breakdown, it’s a rebrandcall it postmodern femininitycall it body horror with mascarai cried in his bathroomfilmed it in slow-moposted it to close friends& titled it: “womanhood, uncut” he texted me “you okay?”& i replied with a poemhe didn’t read itbut it still counts for something. Why I Broke Up with My Boyfriend…
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