excerpt from 

White American Sweet Tooth

Sarah Reynolds

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We like to think we know shit about shit

(Yes, I am convinced.)

1.

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I have this habit of analyzing my face, but I don’t know

How to terminate,

Tell this Narcissus

That it’s not like anyone’s watching.

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It comes down to this:

I could never stop watching

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It comes down to this:

I was low enough to chat with the Devil,

But I have a fear of socialization.

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So drag me by the feet

Out the door, out to exist beyond my pillows

And slurp up that vitamin D.

Invite me, please

To your boating trips and sport nights,

Teach me chair soccer with the missionaries,

And make me question the leggings I’m wearing, ‘cause

You’re awfully kind, but

It takes a white American sweet tooth

To truly appreciate the free ice cream in the Jesus kitchen,

And I’m more a salt person, myself.​