I miss looking cute
I miss feeling cute
Cute was carefree, it was energy
It was
something
The other day I saw the phrase “a dessert
for the Jazz Age” and I lost my mind
I forgot how a bunch of words could bring
me back to life
They were talking about the chiffon pie
An Art Deco champagne dandy of a dish
It had its heyday when some guy mansplained
pie to the housewives of America
Apparently he was the first celebrity pastry
chef
Which unfortunately implies that he wasn’t
the last
Everyday I imagine a dozen different lives
for myself
None of them happy, but always fun
The way tragedy is fun in the biographies
of the famous
I imagine having a daughter
Ethically adopted
And when she turns 6 I will send her away
to a racially diverse Swiss boarding school
I’lll only see her on holidays
She’ll have everything she could possibly
want
And she will resent me
My lunch break ends
I go back to writing copy for a new estate
being built only an hour away from the Perth
CBD
*asterisk*
There’s no place like [insert estate name
here]
I make 15 ad variations for Facebook and another
4 for Google
I haven’t had a poetic thought in months
For a while the promise of loungewear stirred
me
But it lost its appeal the moment ASOS put
a miniskirt
in its loungewear edit
Is nothing sacred anymore?
I thought I was stable until I bought a $400
work from home desk from Koala
No tools needed and only 4 minutes to assemble?!
I own no tools and have no time…
It’s romantic being catered to like this
Every postal worker is my long lost love
In The Before, I thought I had a social life
But every Zoom call screenshot on my feed
tells me otherwise
In The After, I thought I could be whimsical
But after my 45 hour working weeks
I only have enough energy to resent every
loaf of sourdough that dare cross my path
I keep seeing people loving themselves, that
cute selfie, cute outfit, anything to distract
from unemployment kind of love
And of course I’m jealous
What do I get?
Bad moods, bad skin, and a steady pay check?
Please.
When does the fun begin
I’ve never felt so grown-up in my life
(hazy electric guitar begins plucking)
I’m lying in the thick of it
Body’s movin way too slow
Everybody’s goin’ somewhere
A place everyone seems to know
I’m feelin’ fuckin sick of it
All my love is runnin’ low
Everybody’s goin’ somewhere
Where only good people go
I just wanna be on to something
I just wanna be on to something
I just wanna be on to something
I just wanna be on to something
I just wanna be on to something
I just wanna be on to something
