A poem by Amanda Dzimianski
Ew, hot girl summer. Ew, summer. Ew, you sexualizing my body. Ew, parking downtown like I’m a grown-up or something.
Ew, lyrics I can’t understand without captions. Ew, flossing. Ew, not flossing. Ew, lack of curiosity. Ew, remembering to wash everyone’s water bottles. Ew, my ingrained white supremacy. Ew, not sanding it out. Ew, favorite pens that run out of ink. Ew, trusting you again. Ew, people sniping in the comments. Ew, religious proselytizing. Ew, your company culture. Ew, rock-and-hard-place decisions. Ew, phone calls (JUST TEXT). Ew, all caps. Ew, playing yellow line chicken with jacked-up pickups. Ew, flying insects that run into my head. Ew, shows still releasing one episode at a time. Ew, your hellfire. Ew, your church cult. Ew, bad dreams, always with guns.
You expecting me to fall in line?
Ew.
