Dregs (Girl 2.0)

The scars on my legs are

insatiable dregs

strained straight from pH bliss.

The granular circular tracks on my tongue

where since young, pills began to foster

and fester my laxative fixative-

I am damned numb, vamped,

remodeled Girl 2.0

2 dumb 2 function

and the junction of my hackles forces me to dabble

with the metallic crackle of another tackle

like blueberry strings of the lowest count

and I the lowest bidder,

the no-hitter and the quitter.