the inevitable morning
my child's sexuality

night slips off
dropped to the floor

rain from his eyes
encourages sprouting

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mediocre poem, yeah

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i have this problem where i only post during the summer
no excuses
no regrets

three men talk and a fourth silent
voices incomprehensible forest
streams gurgling over roots
and pebbles like Time

they turn shovelfuls of diamond
memories and laugh at clumps
of soil turned up through
missing teeth and cracked lips

eight black leather shoes
shiny tassels and fringe tops
thin gray socks and jean pants
they know the weather is

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did you know
your city is
only sevenelevens
and kingsizefrenchfries
my city is
gasstations
and drivethroughs
away from home
the arteries
of our country
connect inramp
and outramp
missing the heart

"space travel is
possible" he told me,
touching two fingers
over his heart
"right here"

not a born explorer
i planned on staying in
my home tonight

"it's a solo journey,"
he stared through my eyes,
"and you should
come with me"

trashcans fill
overflowing
and knocked over
spill
aluminum cans, red dented
food paper rustling
among blades draped
bluecheese chickenwing
bones of their making
jumbled skeletons
discarded in the grass
i wouldnt call
myself a trashman
but i do collect
refuse

that kid always wishing,
for braces and glasses,
to be special

i would line up
with the other children,
climbing trees
and throwing themselves down
praying for broken teeth
and partial blindness