Saturday, May 19, 2012

I'm not a sad kid.

I've never felt
like the bird on the stick,
that's stuck,
with a stranger's thumb
wedged between it's pleural membrane and it's positive intentions.
I've never paid much attention to the caste system, either.
But lately,
i've been said bird,
and recently,
we've been that very same caste system.

While they delete their browser history,
I'm in the process of deleting my yellow bone marrow,
to hopefully numb the numbness

1 comment:

  1. I need you to be right by me, right now so I can hold you. I love you. And this is beautiful. And I'm wearing your shirt.