The Girl

who attempted to murder me
had dark blonde hair and a

singing voice that imitated
soul but never really got

there and the spirits, the
spirits all hated her,

especially when she sang
and she was always singing.

The girl who tried to kill 
me had a degree in music

except she lied about having
that degree. She lied, she

lied about everything, 
including her band name

and I wrote a poem or two
about her, maybe when I was

eleven and she thought 
that gave her the authority

to tell me what to write or
to throw out all of my

manuscripts because people
actually bought my manuscripts

and she couldn’t stand me,
she hated me in her guts

because unlike her, people
actually paid to hear what

I think about love and
maybe also whose dress I wore.

— Poetry