Burg, boro, ville, and wood, 
I hate those tiny towns, 
Their obligations. If I needed
Anyone to look at me, I’d dye my hair purple 
And live in Bemidji. Look at me. I want to dye
My hair purple and never notice
You noticing. I want the scandal
In my bedroom but not in the mouths of convenience-
Store customers off the nearest highway. Let me be 
Another invisible,
Used and forgotten and left