the sad truth about nearly all boys, nearly all the time:
we’re all just tryin to bust a nut
you said
if the truth hurtswe ain’t livin’ right
“Free-Write: Formulate a theory as to why “The seasons” was so popular, given what we know about 18th century England.
This is hard for me to do, seeing as how I neglected—chose to neglect—reading this poem. Things I decided to do instead of reading “The Seasons”: Drive home, make peppered tofu with peppers and onions, eat said tofu, watch The Master of Disguise, have sex, sleep, go to work, drive my friend to work, do […]
you came close
just a bit of physical reciprocation
I’ll settle for a fractionor an indefinite decimaljust help me out a bit pleaseI know we’re trying to help ourselvesbut we hurt each otherbut we make each other feel goodbut we want such different thingsbut we want the same thingI know you want meyou know I want youI know I want youyou know you want […]
I cannot bring myself
to form a proper poemabout your irregular pap smearand the possibility of your contraction ofHPV.You’re scared.I’m scared.You’re more scared.Fuck.Fuck.Stay positive;comforting.Be comforting.Fucking shit.Hold it together.Hold on to eloquence.Need a drink.Need a smoke.No.Need to hold you close.It’s not about me.It’s not about me.But I’m here.I need to stay here.Need to stay okay.Need to be okay.Need to help […]
on not in
This neutered state of selfis changedmindsets and habitsrearranged Conversationsranged:ideologysociologysexualityneutralitygoodandevil We talked to other peoplebut wound up next to each other You came home with me You climbed onto my bedbut not into it.You came home with me,but you didn’t stay
