“right mind”
i’m busy with bruised legs covered in colorful stars
i’ve got my black boots kicked up to the sky,
on a hot swing set in the backyard
of a church that doesn’t want me.
i’m saying fuck, getting familiar with the word,
giggling at the sharp sound.
i’m so, so tired drinking monsters and taking quizzes,
and asking my reflection some of the questions.
you ever wonder what it would’ve been like
to be a kid at the right time?
