Hey I’m here to make you feel all better
Oh and I’m also your licensed debt collector
Be so kind, sway to my eye-line’s rhythm
It’s my diagnosis to make you feel all better

Have you smelled my new handbag’s leather?
It’s frozen limp like that mass, all tethered
It’ll soften with sun like the skin you’re given
I’ve given thought to giving up calf leather

And if you dim the gold it’s a bit less scary
So I hope you don’t mind, you’re dead already
It felt like a stinging marble collision
So when you go: please, go pretty, go missing

Mariana Urrego is a sophomore majoring in Film at SVA.