Trypophobia

I burnt a hole in my dress today.

A cigarette burn,

Because I put my hand down wrong,

and d****t, that little crackle black dot burnt a hole through my pretty gray dress.

My mama on the phone heard me cry out, and I said it was nothing,

But I cried when I hung up,

Because my dead nana bought me that dress,

And I was gonna wear it to a little get-together.

But now it was ruined, but it was wrong-ruined,

Because it was just one little hole, not enough to spoil the whole thing

And my nana was sad when I started smoking my second year of college,

So I lit up almost my entire box,

Gently using each little fire to burn holes in my dress,

A gray swiss-cheese thing,

And I hung that dress up with some push-pins in the sitting room

So I could see all that disappointment.

I smoked twice since that day,

once the morning after 'cause I forgot,

and another 'cause my mother went to the hospital for a couple days.

Been three years without disappointment,

I feel okay.