I’m currently at a loss for words to describe my last few days but I found two poems that I really love and thought I would share them so that I remember how much I like them when looking back at this in the future.
you are the rain
a girl at school
smells like purple
like she took off
all her clothes
after being stuck
& if I could tell
her why her arms
are boss, why her
neck is boss, why
her hips are boss,
I imagine she would
bandage me softly
you are a pharmacy
you have a hundred secret names & I am the world’s worst shoplifter.
you know what I mean? it’s like it’s 1992 & we’re so happy for cigarettes
& de la soul & lightning bugs & shit like that. sometimes I wish you knew
someone exactly like me who wasn’t so obsessed with your knuckles.
they make me hurt like alligator teeth. I want you to be all fists & bruises like
tiny sparrows on my face. I want you to be a handgun muzzled into my gut.
All questions I can’t quite answer right now. Feel free to help me answer them. I’d appreciate it.