Poems from JGotamco
Creaky, wooden gate; darkened garage; white door.
The alarm shrills, but have no fear, I’ve got the code.
One step, two step, three step...
My dad told me too much never helps.
Any extreme hurts.
“Too much air?”
“Of course. Put your head out the window
and breathe.”
We were...
It’s to dance around,
to tiptoe.
To hug the sides
And fear the middle.
To need the wall at your back.
And without that behind,
Surrounded...
It was supposed supposed supposed to be,
I don’t know what it was supposed to be,
But I know it was supposed to be.
It was supposed to...
I’m exhausted.
This education is fucking with me.
I’m a little bit terrified
That I’ve been led down the wrong path.
Maybe a little...