I wanna know which friend will die young, so I can spend more time with them now

I wanna know which friend will die young, so I can spend more time with them now

by Rachel Glaser

you hurt my feelings so I lie and say,
I do wanna fuck my roommate

I say, We’ve pushed our beds so they share a wall
dirty dishes are inevitable

when you were young and bumped your head on the table
your father would make a show of hitting the table

when you bumped your knee in the doorway
your father would kick the doorway

I wanna know which friend will die
so I can surprise my other friends

we climb into the car, lick the cd
pick the mountain with the most views

L e t ’s t r y p r i m a l s c r e a m t h e r a p y
S c r e a m a s l o u d a s y o u p o s s i b l y c a n

I SCREAM

dogs learn terrible truths

I SCREAM

teenagers cry over the telephone

C o m e o n , e v e r y o n e t r y !
but no one else will
W h a t e v e r, I say
Y o u r p e r s o n a l i t y w i l l s t a y t h e s a m e
W h i l e m y p e r s o n a l i t y e v o l v e s !

when you got a paper-cut
he’d march that paper to the shredder

I wanna know which friend it’ll be
so I can tease that friend about it

we all did our part in making the bathroom disgusting
one of the cats we hated, one we revered
both we tried to lose on Craigslist

there were so many views I felt ill
on our way to the mountain, the mountain was the view
on the mountain, where’d we been was the view

I met a boy
he had a thing you could put
I had a place you could go

my boobs looked so good I had to show his kitchen
clear stuff was all over his hands
There isn’t even a name for this, I said
That’s how elusive it is

I wanna know which friend
so I can become less good friends with them

MTV had already ended
our parents were still familiar

I’m a feminist, I said to his pillow
That means I get two orgasms and you get one

I pushed the boy’s balls into a shape
Stop making dick art, he said
I pushed them into another shape