Me I think?

Farmington; golden crushed wheat and
moldy pumpkins

I remember the landing
the fuzzy carpet and
abandoned chair
that no echoes sat in
because we stayed on the stairs

Mother is a panda
Slow and friendly and seems refined
When really I'm surprised she's
figured out how sex works... twice.

I remember flipping you off
and the satisfaction  it brought me
my friends laughing gasps.
The look of hurt on your face
the one now reflecting my own guilt.

My body is a marionette of limbs, face
and thoughts
but my mind cannot control my emotions

I remember the taste of blood in
my teeth when I bit my lip
just to distract myself
when you looked away and
walked uncaring past.

My soul is an iron sword
cast with just enough steel
that the rust creeps slowly

I remember death's first doorbell
as they wheeled me into
the ER and a girl lay gazing on a gurny
with no sight to see the small brown stain.

I remember the boy Simms
and how he cried as
the fan above him spun
and some days I wonder
if my knock stuttered his life. 

My father is a fretboard
dependable and hard to break.
You can always replace strings when they do.

My mind an ouroboros circling itself
wanting but never full. 


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