when my little brother was 6
he thought he was Superman
and jumped off a slide
and broke his arm.
when I was 9 I was walking
and tripped on a grate
and broke my wrist
instead of learning to write
cursive I got to type book reports.
and the other night we sat there on the couch
and choked on the thick air swollen
with all sorts of things.
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SPOOKYSPOOKYSPOOK
3 comments:
I would like this, but I've always tried not to believe in poems.
You sir, silenced me when you were watching The Departed,
I was wondering about the Tokyo Police Club and Vampire Weekend show that is next week
hey slash, i think this one is really lovely.
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