Rocket to Russia

I woke up with purple hair and Paul

Beside me, grinning as he tried to

Put a blue stripe on Jenni.

She rolled over, stained

The pillowcase. My contact lenses

Felt like glass, my mouth tasted like I was chewing

On a sock. I had to get to school. We were doing

One of the important wars.

Walking to the subway in the rain I cursed my mom

For lending me her pointy boots. Jenni and I

Discussed Shakespeare and mescaline, and why

Our boyfriends preferred men. On the train

A woman asked if l'd been

Mugged. Krazy Kolor had run down my forehead

And become a wound.