reading my palm in a gay bar, you come across a long convincing scratch i gave myself accidentally from an unsupervised kitchen knife- your finger glides over the ridges and you make the claim that it’s some deep scar- i say it’s a few days old and the disco lights are outlining all my friends in weird circular scattered patches and i sip my gin and hide my exhale under the bass.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
reading my palm in a gay bar, you come across a long convincing scratch i gave myself accidentally from an unsupervised kitchen knife- your finger glides over the ridges and you make the claim that it’s some deep scar- i say it’s a few days old and the disco lights are outlining all my friends in weird circular scattered patches and i sip my gin and hide my exhale under the bass.
Request permission to use this poem