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Create. A. Poem.
The only way I’d live on 5th Avenue
would be in New York
Elevators going down
Baby rocks and stork
This fabric is itchy
I’m outta here
Stomping down the stairs
It’s so very queer
Inhale deeply
Breathe the noise
I love those girls
and boys boys boys
Steamroll my body
I don’t need my bones
I turn to a puddle
My choice was overthrown
Far away and external
locus of control
cookie cutter children
from sour dough
Strange to be unhappy
with all that I want
strange to melancholy
with all I have
If up so floating
let me down
if those hills were alive
they let me drown
Even if you saw this
you wouldn’t understand
I barely do
curled up in the palm of our hand
Everything alive
will decay
but what isn’t alive
will never fade or be far away
