Poems from stardrunk

  Fag, But of course not faggot  because that would be profane.  Nigga,  But of course not nigger, because that would be profane.   Maybe...
She touches the wall as it turns to cold. She feels the heat leave The hands that were once rabbit ears and filled with crayons. The arms...
  At twelve My best friend told me she thinks she’s fat And I realized I’m bigger than her At twelve and a half She shrinks in, I grow out...