Walking Pneumonia

i peeked into your secret

i unbottuned your sensitivity

with your own sarcasm

you blew my vietnam

my heart is a touchy speaker cable

and you sparked me up

now

i am empty beer bottles

oscillating in your hand

and then you set me down

i am your nostalgia and

you can only think of bad things

like bruised knees and gout

and that summer you

had walking pneumonia and syphilis

and you cried every night

into your mother's arms

i am the cancer you faked

in order to gain attention

i am that boy that fell for it

and gave you syphilis

i am your shaved head

on picture day in the 9th grade

i am your solitude

i am your noise

i am your virginity

being taken in the backseat of your

brother's best friend's parent's

camaro when you were 15

and more than willing

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