i cut up my old D.A.R.E shirt and made it into a crop top.

Tue, 11/30/2021 - 12:50 -- bpridmo

at the old skatepark,

there’s the Doors in the corner,

they’re singing about strangers.

this concrete; she is old, and she is tired,

but she loves us.

and in her dying breath,

we do what we can to love her just the same.

my arms are bloody and 

my shirt is torn and without sleeves and

my jeans are torn and without knees and

in the corner there is an old man

with long hair telling even longer stories,

and in the bowl there is an I.

to the concrete who has loved me,

i am saying my last farewell.

 

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