i hate

I hate Boston.
In Boston, I search
for validation on the streets
Rate how hot I look by
how many men ask me for a BJ behind Dunkin'
I hate Boston.

I hate LA.
In LA, sun-kissed men smile at me,
I let the mirrors fog up so I don't have to see
my own stomach.
I hate LA.

I hate Jerusalem.
In Jerusalem I buy a pink sweater.
It hugs the hips tightly and I
delete every photo from that night.
I hate Jerusalem.

The city I hate the most is my own body.
Everyday I bring a bulldozer upon it.