ah shit, you are still so young

you've still got oodles
of time
to go,
to start that literary club or
finish your album
and march singing through
the forest with your wildest
friends and tell keifer
gimme that
gimme that hat.
now fuck off.

for reals
on the bus
go round
'n'
round

i want to befriend somebody

i can meaningfully call "coach." preference goes to anybody who is actually a coach. friday night lights has ruined me. i watch, tears ready, the small texas town and its blunt, endearing love of football. street's girlfriend, Lyla. i have a fantasy team but its not the same. every week i forget to change my roster. this will be my third year losing.
pep talk, back slap.
thanks, coach.

i guess i just miss my dad.

in prison

we learn not to whistle,
IRL we learn how to sing

i skipped vietnam. i ran.

this is some sort of
punishment.
god,
like punishing me.
so god you're FUCKING PETTY
THEN AH
fuck fuck.
oh no oh god.
please go.

YR MY BRA

hi.
hi there.
were you waiting for
someone? you were
waiting for me? all this
time?
oh gosh. oh i'm sorry.
i'm so sorry
i wasted your time
my life
ehh.
bleck.
so you shouldntve had
faith in me!
you shouldnta
been supportive. your my bra.
oh, cupping like a D.