I can’t breathe sometimes and I cough when I laugh because when I was 13 being cool never felt right to me.
In middle school someone taught me that the Outsiders were the wise ones, they were punks referred to as “Greasers” and I had never identified with anything before that.
I learned that I could stay gold if I wore leather jackets and held a cancer stick so I smoked in the woods at night with my friends and listened to La Dispute.
We would stay up on the black tops with *** in water bottles. We could watch the sun come up over the playground before sneaking back into our beds.
It kept me gold until I wasn’t