You must know me.
If you live in this world, you must know me.
I’m the one who cakes myself in perfume
So that you can’t decide if the blanket of air in the room is toxic gas
Or is just me trying to attract someone
Other than you.
You must know me.
I’m the one who makes sure every fiber of polyester grabs my skin so tightly
That you don’t know weather to walk away in disgust
Or feel every one of its sharp curves.
You must know me.
I’m the one whose face, body, and just about everything else is stolen
By any
and every
guy I choose.
You must know me.
I’m the one who makes all the rules
About who controls the hallway, the center, the lunch tables.
You must know me.
I’m the one who stabs you in the back, face, stomach
And mind.
You must know me.
And if you know me,
You better stay away.