Poems from stardrunk
Fag,
But of course not faggot
because that would be profane.
Nigga,
But of course not nigger,
because that would be profane.
Maybe...
She touches the wall as it turns to cold.
She feels the heat leave
The hands that were once rabbit ears and filled with crayons.
The arms...
At twelve
My best friend told me she thinks she’s fat
And I realized I’m bigger than her
At twelve and a half
She shrinks in,
I grow out...