Julez.
Glitter and shit,
Even with crows feet
To young to have.
I sniffed your panties,
When you showered,
They smelled like soap,
Not like cunt nor asshole
Nor perfume…
You picked them up,
Gazed out a window at
Nothing—your snatch
Googled my cock…
I did my best.
The last time I saw you
Your mom said, “she needs
To say hi.”
I could smell the hospital in your
Teeth. I touched the side of your hair,
I said, “hi.”
Life is not supposed to happen like this.
Red ants markered your barefeet, my convesrse,
Red ants crushed look like blood blisters.
We were kids. Red ants bleed.
Julez this is all I have.
A blank square of words,
And this is fiction of the worst kind.
All your Depakote and then some
can't truth the truth.
I want pray for the both of us.
Even if you don’t exist.
