after kaveh akbar

you'll get it over it* - lil *** vert

oh ***/beast/gun/green/baby boy
i tried, but my stomach nearly

disintegrated, my skin nearly
slid off, leaving me red as a anxiety-

irritated wound, i nearly
killed myself, & i'm not

just joking, like kids
at my school who

yell go **** yourself
across the hallways,

no,
i'm not that immature

sometimes you remind me
of my mother's disappointed eyes

when i rolled up
my sleeve,

and how she took me
to get frozen yogurt

afterwards
she told me not to

go crazy on the candy,
but i drowned myself

in mochi, because
i couldn't drown

myself in real
life