i should’ve dropped the ball
that heavy, crashing weight
no longer atop these emaciated shoulders;
skinless. no, boneless
like a threadbaren jacket of
genuine leather and busted up baby bones
it’s a blessing
that andy doesn’t know what to make of religion
and that divorced parents don’t know what to make
of same-sex relationships
or going to bars when you’re lonely.
come on babe,
we’re chasing chem trails
and stacking plastic cups
to cope when we feel empty
it’s the same. it’s nothing to me.
Gender:
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