Describe me, I said
And you called me a revolution

Not “revolutionary”
But the noun itself

Was it my gunpowder nail polish
That betrayed the grenade in my rib cage
Or did you smell it in my hair

There’s lipstick propaganda on your collar now
Wear it proudly, comrade
Revolutions often only happen in one night

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