Hana Pera Aoake

from DEAR JOURNAL, TODAY I STARTED           A TWITTER ACCOUNT CALLED           ‘IS UR ART POLITICAL’   I dreamt I was a peacock No one wanted to fuck me I filled my cunt with concrete It crumbled into your mouth Then I ate a banana                     // Punch me in the face like the guy who punched the Monet Stab a cigarette out and dunk it in my coffee At least then I would know why I am so ‘high risk’ // A bad girl that looks slutty A bad girl that acts like a good girl Remember when it was cool to“Hana Pera Aoake”

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