back in the day
when our heads were rocks
and our hearts were origami
we shot arrows through moleskins
and used wanderlust
as our compass
heatwaves
to sweat out
sadness and fuss
chest echoes
to drown out doubt
and reinforce it
today,
my boy downloaded manhood
through his contact lenses
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:11 PM UTC
back in the day
when our heads were rocks
and our hearts were origami
we shot arrows through moleskins
and used wanderlust
as our compass
heatwaves
to sweat out
sadness and fuss
chest echoes
to drown out doubt
and reinforce it
today,
my boy downloaded manhood
through his contact lenses
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