I love that boy
Asian nose and skin,

As he lay
in his bedroom, glass walls as thin
as the brain i used to have

through
the impaired small town curvy lips

i roar

i love him.

and he makes me feel like i will never die.


and he makes me lunch in the morning time

i will give up good poetry to run
my fingers through his black hair, and pet him

because i got real lucky, man, real lucky.