The Noresoup Jukebox

my suede flats came to me  at the most fortunate time i wore them when you visited me on a Sunday black skirt, black shirt, black shoes you in your white uniform breaking my solitude i bragged about how cheap they were a friend who had the same pair said i was lucky i believed her but my suede flats had quite the journey ahead i drowned them in muddy puddles two rainstorms in a row once in Aizawl, once in Delhi how they survived, I've yet to know they came to me so sweet and cheap and i planned to take care of them like my baby but unfortunate unplanned calamities took my baby away from me suede soaked, broken and bruised yet they carried me undefeated toes spilling at the seams yet never breaking it stretched till the last mile and got me home safe and sound my black suede flats outside my flat deemed too dirty to enter deemed too cheap to survive if there is another rainstorm yet ill take them out to be sure to survive. ~ ៷

the last guy I smoked with said I was wasting my cigarettes the smoke is lost if you don't inhale it it has to leave a mark on your body before it touches the world around you I bleached my scars from that time I got into an accident with my friend and then my brows I look pretty I'll do this forever now and ingest the remaining paste  because I hope this prettiness leaves a mark I saw two butterflies today  white, then yellow The other day it was a green dragonfly and they'll all die soon, I know So now I carry their wings in my wallet I went home happy I bought 250 groceries I ate the valencia oranges my dad sent and the vitamins my mom bought for me Then I light a cigarette  tobacco, clove, inhaling Hoping the day leaves a mark on me ~ ៷

I'm pretty to look at, that's how we started and that's how we'll persist a few decades down the road, you'll want me to be prettier to look at  inside your home, with our kids and you'll realise they've become prettier to look at  September's hot, sweat, heat, sticky I'm 21, the prettiest age to look at and you're throwing it all away and in 15 years when I'm old and fat in the tummy from bearing your kids you'll find girls at 21 because they'll be prettier to look at and I'll call my mom and she'd tell me to sew my lips. ~ ៷

okay days with Misty May are bundles of reasons to live  I can keep all my errands at bay to free up my day and see which hours he'd fit. gloomy days with Misty May means going home with sunny memories He's got warmth like no other,  boyish charm and no inequities. conversations are good with Misty May I can talk to him about most anything sentiments aside, he's a smart guy there's something pretty about the way he speaks sunnier days with Misty May are kept at bay and it's a shame last week he packed up his room leaving books like storms leave hail last time i saw Misty May i gave him slices of summer lemon cake i was happy to see him  moving on, moving away to make new, happy little mistakes ~ ៷