Glass

Gauged ears
Size zero
And a dream you’re slowly awakening
From
Scrupulously scrimshawing a destiny
For yourself, far away
From
All the bullshit and towards a
Future in Antofagasta
Read about in that intro to something or other
Class you took as a freshman
Somewhere where you can dance with
maybe LIKE the locals
People who won't care
About who you were or what
Your parents are like
Somewhere that you wont have to be ashamed of
Familial monies.
Stacked up, your prison bars. The sweet scent of lilacs holding you in place
Chile will save your soul
You’re quite assured
And I
I wouldn’t doubt it
It’ll do you good
To breath the air of hibiscus
Kiss those sweet boys on the cheeks
And kill a few memories with a bottle or two of red
A habit you picked up
Your freshman year