glass to the arson.
The poem came from a class I took last spring. its part self-indulgent post-jawbreaker emo, part hugely riotous joke, and part wandering mind. Enjoy.
It Took Me Four Days to Hitchhike From Saginaw
Sorry I’m not home right now.
I’m standing in front of your door
Humming a song to execute feelings
something like “Jolene” but not as sad.
Nerves and age creep up on me
like waistbands and hemlines of pants.
The child is dark.
Darker than any one we would have made.
Wake up kids, the condition is terminal.
Get up, kids, illness is no excuse for a holiday.
Even though it’s summer,
I am constantly filled with nauseous panic
even when I have no reason to.
I’m not getting caught.
I wish that I was nothing to you.
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