Regress Going For The Gold Poem by stamatia alexiou

One time i wrote about nick; I want to be the flower
you pick, and the woman you give it to. Now,
what do i want? To read a book i do not want
to read, to write a book i dont want to write,
to speak the way im used to speaking(is that
what i sound like? im such a liar.) , to hate you
one more time before i throw you out, to never
throw you out. And to think, i used to never
stand for bullshit, not even my own. But i was
partially an actress then. Now im an actress.