have i ever (never) grown past that?
sitting in the stairwell
hiding under bleachers
behind burning buildings, and metaphorically crashed cars
i found bugs and those who loved
myself, alone, in the dirt
an EXoskeletal INtrovert
buzzing headphones, sweat down my back
losing my grip (am i a hack?)
failing scores, and tailing-doves
i who love, dishonest hugs
a lightbulb in a dryer drum
the beetles all begin to hum
thrumming from inside my skull
millipedes _____ feeling full
lightning never striking twice
its struck three times all my life
(luck for the unlucky is a comedy)
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