them, they were
college life
upended hands, I’ve learned
aren’t always inviting, palms
traced by
shaky fingers
as if to erase
past qualms
soon constricted
to fists
rivaling straight whiskey
jagged sneers scraping
milk white teeth
upended hands, I’ve learned
aren’t always inviting, palms
traced by
shaky fingers
as if to erase
past qualms
soon constricted
to fists
rivaling straight whiskey
jagged sneers scraping
milk white teeth
Aspiring novelist and amateur poet and op-ed writer on gay/queer/GSM topics. CA —> MN —> ? Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.