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Fine, I’ll admit it. I have trouble with
biting my nails

I constantly do it
and the dirt sticks to my gums
giving me reason to spend Sunday mornings in bed
on Google, Wiki-doctoring this weird *sucks teeth*
itch in my mouth

it’s Gingivitis. Totally Gingivitis.

I end up at the drug mart self-prescribing Gingivitis fighting
Colgate Total, $3.99 (WTFraggle Rock, man? #pennypincher)

On the way to the check-out counter I can’t help but get stuck
in the magazine section flipping through the latest Rihanna scandal 
and her most recent break-up with you know who
biting my nails all over again…

I guess we all have our habits to break

Britta B.

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Somewhere ‘tween the blowing curtains and his kiss
I started to feel like
I didn’t belong
like I should have
been down the street
talking to Average Joe
about LSD, vinyl records, and the best techniques for keeping the
government out of your business
but no
I was caught, uncool
crumbling, uncool
lackadaisically keeping up
with the shifts and the twists of a tongue I could have sworn belonged to a whale
as it slid down my throat and into my pocket for later
for when I finally go home to my roommate, squatting on top of a milk crate
stroking the final touches of her latest attempt to paint her take on the
skin-close encounters of the wild things we tend to bump into
when we’re just looking for something good to listen to
a groove that jingles especial for our jungle
ah yes, that’s when I’ll pluck the rubbery velvet from the corners of my mouth
and question, “If boys are my weakness, Maj, what will a man do to me?”

 Britta B.