Poetic Glasses


I'm made of metaphors.
Like a drunk
I sway,
Unstable.
I stay,
Unable
To leave.

I'm a teenage paragon.
Who your mom never wanted you to be
Who E.E always wanted to see

I taste poetry in my Rice Krispies
And breathe it in
Driving 80 on the highway
Or when
My face is buried in my pillow
Earbuds an extension of myself.

I analyze her hair
I annotate his creed
I need
To dissect the world.

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