Thursday, January 30, 2014

Birds and Bees

In the beginning
I was just a boy.
Sure of everything,
Every scraped knee
Got written
In the annals
Of history.

Now I am a man.
I can't handle spicy food
And I know
So goddamned little.

Holding tight
To my precious abortions
I see you,
Once a girl, now a woman
Full of guts
Wayward thoughts
And combustible airs,
Just like me.

Can we repair ourselves?
Can we ever be sure again?
The answer comes back no,
And we evaporate
Like ice on hot flesh.

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