Baby
The last days I was a virgin
I got a speeding ticket.
Split my lip at a party.
Lost my wallet.
Stole a shirt from Sean’s bedroom.
Put it over my face.
Read my palm.
Read Rimbaud during math class.
And I was blond with black roots.
And I was thorns over roses.
Every night in a parking lot somewhere
I said dear God
let me cum
with only people I love.
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“And I was blond with black roots.
And I was thorns over roses.”
I like that. The contrasts.