Pop

Spotify called my aura energy & yearning.
If you can both dance & cry to a song, it's probably up my alley.
Two years & 3,000 miles later, I remember the way the air thickened when you first looked through my profile.
When we were courting, we bonded over ANTI & In Rainbows.
Then you had me.
Chewed my music like it left a bad taste in your mouth.
Now when friends tie me to pop, it registers as an attack.

I accidentally let Ariana Grande make my top five artists,
& she's only the beginning.
You'll find me yelling it's Charli, baby! when Charli XCX comes on
& I'll never outgrow Taylor Swift.
People are surprised I love her
Until I remind them I was socialized as a white girl in the suburbs.

There's an astrologer who says Stevie Nicks' Venus square Neptune placement
Makes all her songs hexes that haunt her ex-boyfriends.
I don't know Taylor's chart well, but I know when a man hurt her
She had millions singing Dear John.
You remember when you cut off all your hair & I kept some of it?
A joke.
I found it six months after I left.
The witches were upset when I threw it away.
Hair is a jackpot, almost as good as blood for hexes.

I didn't come here to scare you.
I'm just saying,
I would have felt less alone if half the world joined me
In screaming your name.