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Everything I do

Has to be beautiful

Or I feel a sense of repulsion

Deep in my body and going

Further to a place

I have difficulty locating

Today my gender is tired

And this poem whisks

Into my line of sight

Outside a car alarm

Goes off and everyone

Looks up. In my room

Dirt is gathered

Into piles I cannot

Bring myself to sweep

So I am filled with a deep

Loathing. Though the yellow

And peach tulips beside my bed

Remind me not everything I do

Is evil. That a sweet nectar

Still resides somewhere in my body

This summer will be strawberry

Colored. The air will be outlandishly

Beautiful. My body thin. My demeanor

Alluring. My cocaine pink. My room

Will be heavily air conditioned and not once

Will I sweat in my sleep

Salome is a multidisciplinary artist and writer. They just want to make the whole world horny.