Cassandra de Alba

Self-Portrait with Rabbit Ears and Seventeen

a girl in crooked bangs

hitting the high note

on a channel of half static.

 

telephone cord

triple-wrapped

around my wrist.

 

outside the kind of sunset

they invented color swatches for.

 

the magazine says

we need to get contacts

if we’re going to get boys.

that we should draw

more attention

to our lips. fixate.

 

the ceiling fan whirs

like it’s gonna keep going

until the stars die out.

 

i put on more lip gloss,

think about eating

the sun. what attention

that would draw.