“She loved Vogue and Teen Magazine almost as much as she loved vomiting, trying to match the model women that she’d see on the movie screen. Says “i believe that she loved me” and i believe it’s a fantasy but maybe she cared for me like she cared for the methamphetamines. Maybe i don’t need saving. You point your finger so righteously; all these people pushing for me to practice their piety.”
-Levi the poet