a poem from my bathroom floor

wanted some cookies but i thought better not cause i want a tiny figure, non existent and hot walked to get a coffee, big t-shirt no bra couldn't make eye contact with the horny men i saw home again, lazy, been sleeping all day dreaming about children i was teaching to pray armpits so sticky and face broken out go hide in the shower and comb this mess out cheap shampoo and oatmeal suds wanna touch you and smoke some bud find myself laying on the floor of the tub floating in the filth and the dirt that i scrubbed give me back the body that i had at age three i was still dirty then, but the world embraced me sweet Janes, faucet rains,i wish youwere here simple words doused with music make confusion seem clear all over my ass just like stretchmarks and fat come tell me your lies again, let's have a chat invading my mouth just like tartar and plaque gotta floss youaway just to make you comeback jitters and steam and a soft silent scream don't believe what they say, there's justI in this team step out on the mat: clean toes, polish chipped don't you dare get atowel, let that tousled hair drip roommate's dog isbarking. Is there someoneat the door? doesn't matter,i stay sprawled out with the laundry on the floor must have lost my motivation in the couch with all my change let mestay in isolation with my freedom to be strange