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Kim Kardashian’s ass didn’t wreck the world.
Didn’t impoverish nations or deport my neighbor’s mom.
Didn’t let Brock Turner off with a slap on the wrist,
Or bring Burger King to someone
Who shot a woman in prayer.
Her ass didn’t blow any whistles or involve the Russians or ban
The House on Mango Street in public schools.
If you’re looking where to blame,
I see supremacy painted as normalcy,
I see news brought to you by the number 14-
Didn’t Big Bird ever tell you about the letter K?
Not for Kim.
Or for Khloe.
Not for Kourtney, either.
But for the three striped steps up the White House stairs,
Knocking. Knocking. Knocking.
Never letting their bruises heal.
—  Contrary to Popular Belief, We Opened This Door

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.