assaulted by a polish bum
in the laundromat
so
i was walked home
by the old hispanic
bodega man
and
he doesn't care.

boner parade wins.
trivia
but
throws away my
birdman
and i am left with
texts that make

my stomach ache
and
my heart burn
and

i know
exactly
where i don't want to be.

not even a polka dot dress
or a stroll through a
sunny park
can stop your legs
from shaking
and
whatifs and someones
from
"I am still here"

mostly.

i wear
gold hearts.

and dream about you
every night.