they’re spent
searching for a spot on the sun
or i foolishly parade
vague causes
littering the muted city streets
with shredded alumni college magazines
or flailing my sun-burnt limbs
in the middle of a bike lane
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.