being cool

 Which chips my nails on purpose and buys colored pencils.
And tending to the fitted sheet that keeps coming unfurled, 
Using a blanket upside down despite it keeping the warmth out.
That draws teeth instead of math and gets no extra credit for it
And uses sharpie on skin to draw flowers with noses. 
When dying hair and glittered eyes haven’t been enough
It’s habits return, like braided bracelets and cigarette stench,
And talking about when I made more and made it better. When 
The floor was covered in paint splatters and nail polish, 
When makeup was for canvases and paint was for my face,
With no straight face kisses and no stickerless surfaces.
Coconut and blueberry taste great together. Wearing quilts
And cutting up prom dresses, painting over t-shirts’ words
So I can have the merchandise no one can afford. 
Orange cheeks and pink noses, sunburnt shoulders and 
Potentially the remnants of fish gills. Ideas for future tattoos
And tears over nothing, shoes with no socks, bedazzled sprained ankles,
The same purple as the hydrangeas on the walls of my room.