**** the cool kids **** the losers **** the bus-rides, the train tracks
the way the ambulance swerves.
**** the gooey middle that spills.as we bite
the chances to do the right thing
**** the black sweater hanging off your shoulder-bladed back
the lawn chairs on the sidewalk
the hair in your mouth
my lashes closing on your
instant
sticking together like
sleepiness.
in the blood of it
's hammered thumb-nails
beading like
bad trends
getting hot like a battery against our thigh(s).
choking.charging
getting tangled in the wire overnight
all woke atthe sound of [it]
[they are learning to be proud of it]
we are getting better and better every year
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
**** the cool kids **** the losers **** the bus-rides, the train tracks
the way the ambulance swerves.
**** the gooey middle that spills.as we bite
the chances to do the right thing
**** the black sweater hanging off your shoulder-bladed back
the lawn chairs on the sidewalk
the hair in your mouth
my lashes closing on your
instant
sticking together like
sleepiness.
in the blood of it
's hammered thumb-nails
beading like
bad trends
getting hot like a battery against our thigh(s).
choking.charging
getting tangled in the wire overnight
all woke atthe sound of [it]
[they are learning to be proud of it]
we are getting better and better every year
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