Poem In Which I Imagine Myself in a Greta Gerwig Film - Nevaeh Castro

Aimless, wandering young woman,
the loneliness of a world not made for you.
How words will fall from my lips, a monologue.
My girlhood is akin to godhood,
both of us begging to be believed.
How it chips away like nail polish
until womanhood remains.
An empty apartment,
a phone call home,
burning paper,
plastic heels.
I am not alone