Have Trust In Me, Judges

Have trust in me, judges. I have the most tremolo possible. This
shakiness isn't all technique. The illness it won't speak don't ask
me. My friends tease me Parkinson's. I smile like a rainbow
jump-roping and think if they even knew my grandpa--how he lost is
eye on contact. His sisters hands. She ran with scissors. The
ultimate catastrophe.  Maybe that'd shut them the Fuck
up. Bastards. Gorgeous, gorgeous bastards. I watch my lipstick
stain my diet coke.