Poems from oliviabordeleau
I am choking on the
Ambience of the dull day as
It wraps its arms around my torso
The wind portends of something to come
Horrible, maybe...
To all the little gay girls
Sitting in middle school
Classrooms staring
At the girl of their dreams
Across the neverending
Rows of desks...
Her fingers run through my head as we lay in bed
Braids make their way from her hands to my hair
Even though it is too short for them to...