ordered a copy
of Jennifer Blowdryer’s memoir
White Trash Debutante
from the interweb

wanted a used copy
because us punk girls all are

it came today
immaculate
save one detail

an inscription on the inside cover
this first edition was originally a gift

“to hellary:
it just smelled of you.
XO.
rawtree”

the moral of the story is
read a fucking book, kids