I am writing this in the tire tracks
that lead off the highway
on the road home from school-
40 miles in a 65
My dad thinks we’re gay now
because we like to run and eat pizza together.
I don’t think he understands that pizza is code
for talking to cute girls
who look like…
i just spent thirty years trying to find this poem, looking everywhere. finally fucking found it.
I still think this anon is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
i’m sorry i’m always asleep when you text me
then again why do you only need me after 1 am
i think about it every day; what if i am never anything and i decide
i would rather float on a gnarled wooden raft across however many oceans
it takes til you get to australia from cape cod